Luyện nghe bài hát Walt Grace's Submarine Test, January 1967

Walt Grace, desperately his old place,
to discover a new space,
And buried alive,
Inside his basement, on the side of his face meant,
He's working on displacement,
And what it take to survive.
Cos when you're done with world,
You the next is up to you.
And his wife his kids he was crazy,
And his friends said fail if he tried,
But a will to work hard,
And a card,
He a homemade, fan-blade, one-man submarine ride.
morning, the sea was mad and I mean it,
Waves as big as seen it,
in his dreams at home.
dry land,
He rolled it to wet sand,
the hatch up with one hand,
And off alone.
Cos when done with this world,
You know the is up to you.
And for in his life it was quiet,
As he how to turn in the tide,
And the sky was a flare,
he came up for air,
In his homemade, fan-blade, submarine ride.
One evening,
When had passed since his leaving,
The call planned on receiving,
Finally it home.
She accepted,
The news never expected,
The connected,
A from Tokyo.
Cos when you're done with world,
You know the is up to you.
Now his friends,
him up when they're drinking,
At the bar with his on the side,
And smile when they can,
As they of a man,
Who a homemade, fan-blade, one-man submarine ride.