Luyện nghe bài hát The Wake Of Magellan

As he out on the watch deck
out onto the sea
It offer no solutions
Only silent

So he took hold of the
As he tried to
But offered just confusion
As bled into his hands

Dear God, couldn't you
What should happen to a assassins?
God, is it suicide?
I never been a man of passions

I believe the prophets said
the oceans hold their dead
But at night when the waves are
whisper and I hear

There are wounds that bleed us
are wounds we never see
They are of our refinements
That a man to be

There are wounds that in silence
aristocratic grace
There are tears we keep beside
Never seen upon a

Dear God, do you think wise
To remember everything that's ever
Dear God, we compromise
Or must the shadows of this be everlasting?

I what the prophets said
That the hold their dead
As I contemplate this
I do is who I am

I what the prophets said
That the hold their dead
But at night when the are near
whisper and I hear

Don't see the are forming
Don't see or heed the
Don't hear the of tyrants
by the silence
Don't see the are forming
Don't see or heed the
Don't hear the sound of
by the silence

Columbus and Magellan and De
Sailed the ocean
In a world of
With thoughts so
men were killed with no more will
Than that simply had the notion
But in this world of men
thing they never did

Got to it underground
Pretend you heard a sound

They whisper and I