Luyện nghe bài hát The Tempest

I say!
Why do you grip so hard, that
Of what, is there to be afraid?
Let the waves elope your empty remains.
erode your foothold, anyway.
They mosh, unaware of own might.
Hypnotizing.
swallowing.
They storm me, up on me!
What's of the home that suppored me?
They spit me back after drowning me then slip away dragging their fingers them.
But you expel the salt, down lower than the undertow would being you.
You just don't seem to see how returning to them is so far you.
But how come my corpse -- it rises up?
And it is my soul has sunk?
Hear!
That rings out across the land, over the roaring waves, through every grain of sand.
Is it of and pain or made to seduce me?
Listen!
The oohs and aahs of spectators death admirators as they bathe in ritual memories and fake tears.
underrated.
Jaded and isolate you so abandon your fears.
As spread my ashes like a bouquet of seeds.
Far up, far out... to show you what I'm of.
Kill the parasite in every co-dependent brain fallen to the pull of the waves.
The of the waves; the natural decay of all that is made is how redemption is paid.
Say Dickinson, who do you blame for romantic death wish?
And does it remain true that angry winds feel a lover's breath?
why you grip so hard.
No!
It's simply condition me locked in!
I escape if I knew how to swim!
Look... feel... aided.
Wind, sun and strangers have come to guide you so the is clear.
As they spread my ashes a bouquet of seeds.
Far up, far out... to show you what I'm of.
Kill the parasite in co-dependent brain fallen slave to the pull of the waves
Playfully badgering, capturing.
To the surface chaos is to sink -- not to swim.
You say to release the stranglehold me safely beneath.
But as the sea foam rises up, tickles my lips and sinks insides, the choice of future paths become a matter of pride?
When struggled so hard to excel, why is it so unappealing to survive