Luyện nghe bài hát Tempest

The pale moon rose in glory
Out on the town
She a sad, sad story
Of the ship that went down

T'was the day of April
Over the waves she
Sailing into
To a age foretold

The night was black with
The were sharp and clear
Moving through the
The promised was near

Lights were holding
Gliding over the
All the and ladies
Heading for their eternal

The chandeliers were
From the balustrades
The was playing
of faded love

The watchman, he lay
As the dancers twirled
He dreamed the Titanic was
the underworld

Leo his sketchbook
He was so inclined
He closed his and painted
The scenery in his

Cupid struck his
And broke it with a
The closest to him
He into her lap

He heard a loud
sounded wrong
His inner spirit was
That he couldn't stand long

He staggered to the
No now to sleep
on the quarterdeck
Already three foot

Smokestack was sideways
Heavy feet began to
He walked the whirlwind
Sky splitting all

The ship was going
The universe had opened
The was called up yonder
The angels aside

down in the hallway
Flickering dim and
Dead bodies floating
In the double hull

The engines exploded
Propellers failed to start
The overloaded
The ship's bow apart

were flying
Backward, forward, far and
They mumbled, fumbled, and
one more weary than the last

The veil was torn
'Tween the hours of and one
No change, no wonder
Could undo what had been

The lay there dreaming
At fourty degrees
He dreamed the Titanic was sinking
to her knees

Wellington he was
His bed to slide
His heart was beating
He the tables aside

of shattered crystal
Lay scattered
He strapped on both his
How long he hold out?

His men and his
Were nowhere to be
In silence there he for
and space to intervene

The was narrow
was blackness in the air
He saw kind of sorrow
Heard voices

Alarm-bells were
To back the swelling tide
and lovers clinging
To each other by side

Mothers and daughters
Descending down the
Jumped the icy waters
and pity sent their prayers

The man, Mister Astor
Kissed his darling
He had no way of
It'd be the last trip of his

Calvin, and Wilson
Gambled in the
Not one of them would ever to
Tell the tale on the

rose up 'gainst brother
In every
They fought and slaughtered other
In a deadly

They lowered down the
From the sinking
There were traitors, there were
Broken and broken necks

The bishop left his
To help others in
Turned his up to the heavens
Said, "The are yours to feed"

the brothel-keeper
Came out his girls
Saw the getting deeper
Saw the changing of his

Jim smiled
He never learned to
Saw the little child
And he gave his to him

He saw the starlight
from the East
Death was on the
But his heart was now at

They battened down the
But the hatches hold
They drowned the staircase
Of brass and gold

Leo to Cleo
I I'm going mad
But he'd lost his mind
mind he had

He to block the doorway
To all those from harm
Blood an open wound
Pouring his arm

Petals fell from
'Til all of were gone
In the and dreadful hours
The wizard's played on

The host was pouring
He was going down
He right to the end and he
Was the to go

There were many, others
Nameless here forever
They never sailed the
Or their homes before

The watchman, he lay
The damage had done
He dreamed the Titanic was
And he tried to someone

The captain, barely
Kneeling at the
Above him and him
Fifty thousand of steel

He over at his compass
And he gazed into its
Needle downward
He he lost the race

In the illumination
He bygone years
He the Book of Revelation
And he filled his cup with

When the task had ended
Sixteen hundred had gone to
The good, the bad, the rich, the
The loveliest and the

waited at the landing
And tried to understand
But is no understanding
On the judgement of hand

The news came over the
And with deadly force
Love had lost its
All things had run course

The he lay dreaming
Of all the things can be
He the Titanic was sinking
the deep blue sea