Luyện nghe bài hát The Wave

(Hammill)

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

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

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

The hits the beach, laps around abandoned clothes,
wants to share a joke with those who'll the breakers,
break bread rather than pray
while the
lost in the small of the day.
The words are pictures
that the wave wipes away.