Luyện nghe bài hát Advent

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

Escape.

Calculating all routes.
terrestrial rock will be consumed.
Deafening static is haunting me, the is beckoning.
Countless samples of our world will be into every direction 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 will be outfitted for a spanning future generations