Luyện nghe bài hát Advent

Now the inaugural exchange is done, we cannot see the solar shroud.

Escape.

Calculating all routes.
This terrestrial will be consumed.
Deafening is haunting me, the blackness is beckoning.
Countless samples of our world will be jettisoned into every that we have known of.

Our satellites have painted the sky with their ionic brushes.
The will store our youth.

has set in and all we can do is run.

Feeling so alone, we set out to find life.
The transport be outfitted for a journey spanning future generations