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

Walt Grace, desperately his old place,
Dreamed to a new space,
And himself alive,
his basement, tongue on the side of his face meant,
He's working on displacement,
And what it take to survive.
Cos you're done with 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 took a homemade, fan-blade, 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 it over to wet sand,
Closed the hatch up one hand,
And off alone.
Cos when you're done with world,
You know the is up to you.
And for once in his it was quiet,
As he learned how to in the tide,
And the sky was a flare,
When he up for air,
In his homemade, fan-blade, one-man ride.
One evening,
When had passed since his leaving,
The call she'd on receiving,
made it home.
She accepted,
The news she'd expected,
The connected,
A call Tokyo.
Cos when you're done this world,
You the next is up to you.
Now his friends,
Bring him up when drinking,
At the bar his name on the side,
And they smile they can,
As speak of a man,
Who took a homemade, fan-blade, submarine ride.