Luyện nghe bài hát Thinking Voyager 2 Type Things

This is the moment that we come
I'm handing out the breath and the
I'm electric the snap and the crackle of creation
I'm up the mud with the spit

So up Brendan Behan
And like a Lazarus
traipse the high bronze of the evening sky
Like crazed kings

Voyager 2, are you now?
Looking back at home and
Cold and alone in the void
down and bleeping

Ever dimmer thinner
cheeping in the solar winds
I'll turn you up, sail on, on, sail on

On past the howling
Through electric orange
And blinding methane
Sail on, turn you up

Never bring me down to earth
Let me blaze a trail of across the sky
Let me traipse across it's golden
Let me marvel in and unfettered gaze
At the bigness and implausibility of

Yes, stretch out your
Into you human things
Past blind moons and ice cream
You hurl your metal ball of intelligence

And show us all our fragile
As we too track you
but no less insistent
Like the only seed

In the barren vault of being, on
Hurtling towards the waiting tomb of worlds
for the final primary come of life
I'll you up

And I'm big things
I'm thinking mortality
I'm it's a cheap price

That we pay for
This is the moment that we come
This is the breath and is the kiss

No in Paris, in the ball gowns
In the heels, in the snow
And we're spinning 'round
In a Beetle that we'd hired for the day
(At the rate)

The room without the was cold again
"Are we already middle-aged", she
And I said, "I feel nothing, I feel a jelly-fish"
"Mabey it's the Portuguese Men-O-Pause", she

And she laughed her head
And we went to bed
And I've thinking about these things
I've been thinking about 2
And is the moment that we come alive