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Зрение открылось - "прозрел". А про слух как сказать?

Вещица давно на слуху. Играет себе и играет, и ладно. В автомобиле, к примеру.
А тут вдруг вслушался. И вдруг осознал. Ну, процентов 85, наверно. Ложные омонимы помешали.
and cries for rest в моем незамутненном аудировании упорно превращалось в "across forest", be laughed - в "beloved", а eulogy вообще не идентифицировалось и вгоняло в ступор отсутствием каких-либо конструктивных ассоциаций. Но общая картина открылась, да.

Такое уже было, кстати. С теми же Симоном и Гарфункелем.

Who will love a little Sparrow?
 Who's traveled far and cries for rest?
 "Not I," said the Oak Tree,
 "I won't share my branches with
 no sparrow's nest,
 And my blanket of leaves won't warm
 her cold breast."

 Who will love a little Sparrow
 And who will speak a kindly word?
 "Not I," said the Swan,
 "The entire idea is utterly absurd,
 I'd be laughed at and scorned if the
 other Swans heard."

 Who will take pity in his heart,
 And who will feed a starving sparrow?
 "Not I," said the Golden Wheat,
 "I would if I could but I cannot I know,
 I need all my grain to prosper and grow."

 Who will love a little Sparrow?
 Will no one write her eulogy?
 "I will," said the Earth,
 "For all I've created returns unto me,
 From dust were ye made and dust ye shall be."