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, tongue on the side of his meant,
working away on displacement,
And it would take to survive.
Cos when you're with this world,
You the next is up to you.
And his wife told his he was crazy,
And his friends said fail if he tried,
But with a will to hard,
And a card,
He took a homemade, fan-blade, one-man ride.
morning, the sea was mad and I mean it,
Waves as big as he'd 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 you're with this world,
You know the is up to you.
And for in his life 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 weeks had since his leaving,
The call she'd on receiving,
made 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 speak of a man,
Who took a homemade, fan-blade, one-man ride.