Luyện nghe bài hát The Wake Of Magellan

As he stood out on the deck
Looking out the sea
It would offer no
Only company

So he hold of the reasons
As he tried to
But they offered confusion
As they bled into his

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

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

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

There are wounds that in silence
With aristocratic
There are tears we beside them
Never upon a face

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

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

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

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

and Magellan and De Gama
Sailed upon the
In a of ignorance
With thoughts so
That men were killed with no will
Than that simply had the notion
But in this world of men
This they never did

Got to it underground
Pretend you never a sound

They and I hear