Luyện nghe bài hát The Wave

(Hammill)

The wave hits the beach, writing words on the
to the man, this could be the answer....
In fact, it's no than a hunch.
we try to eat it -
I think we're all out to lunch.

The is out of reach,
words from the hand
air can understand.
on the shoreline,
waiting for to recede, unhappily imperfect
when we should be happy to breathe.

But each bated breath,
so present, tense,
we to know,
we it sure,
it make sense!
So I'll do and you do yours
but let's not trade and sea
for and cement.

The wave hits the beach, around abandoned clothes,
wants to share a joke with those brave the breakers,
who'll break rather than pray
the definition-maker's
lost in the print of the day.
The are only pictures
that the next wave away.