Luyện nghe bài hát The Wake Of Magellan

As he out on the watch deck
Looking out the sea
It would offer no
Only silent

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

God, couldn't you decide
What should to a man's assassins?
Dear God, is it
I have never been a man of

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

are wounds that bleed inside us
There are wounds we see
are part of our refinements
That a man to be

There are that bleed in silence
With aristocratic
are tears we keep beside them
Never seen upon a

Dear God, do you think it's
To remember everything that's ever
Dear God, could we
Or must the shadows of night be everlasting?

I believe what the prophets
the oceans hold their dead
As I contemplate this
I do is who I am

I what the prophets said
That the oceans their dead
But at night when the waves are
They whisper and I

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

and Magellan and De Gama
Sailed the ocean
In a world of
With so primitive
That men were killed no more will
that they simply had the notion
But in this world of men
This thing they did

Got to keep it
you never heard a sound

They whisper and I