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

Walt Grace, hating his old place,
to discover a new space,
And himself alive,
Inside his basement, on the side of his face meant,
working away on displacement,
And what it take to survive.
Cos when you're done this world,
You know the is up to you.
And his told his kids he was crazy,
And his friends said fail if he tried,
But with a to work hard,
And a card,
He a homemade, fan-blade, one-man submarine ride.
That morning, the sea was mad and I it,
Waves as big as seen it,
in his dreams at home.
dry land,
He rolled it to wet sand,
Closed the hatch up one hand,
And off alone.
Cos when done with this world,
You know the is up to you.
And for once in his 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 weeks had passed his leaving,
The call she'd on receiving,
Finally it home.
She accepted,
The news never expected,
The connected,
A call Tokyo.
Cos you're done with this world,
You know the is up to you.
Now his friends,
Bring him up when drinking,
At the bar his name on the side,
And smile when they can,
As speak of a man,
Who a homemade, fan-blade, one-man submarine ride.