Luyện nghe bài hát The Wake Of Magellan

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

So he hold of the reasons
As he to understand
But they just confusion
As they into his hands

God, couldn't you decide
What should happen to a assassins?
God, is it suicide?
I have been a man of passions

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

There are that bleed inside us
are wounds we never see
They are part of our
allow 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 it's wise
To remember everything ever happened?
God, could we compromise
Or must the of this night be everlasting?

I believe the prophets said
That the oceans hold dead
As I this stand
I do is who I am

I believe the prophets said
That the oceans their dead
But at night the waves are near
They and I hear

Don't see the storms are
see or heed the warning
Don't the sound of tyrants
by the silence
Don't see the storms are
see or heed the warning
Don't the sound of tyrants
by the silence

Columbus and and De Gama
upon the ocean
In a world of
With thoughts so
That men killed with no more will
Than that they simply had the
But in this world of men
This thing they did

Got to it underground
you never heard a sound

They whisper and I