Luyện nghe bài hát Black Sandy Beaches

Messages from bottles fall,
On black beaches.
Ink in vain the page now run,
From dew.

Hands which chance upon it lead to eyes strain to read
Hearts which from love long overdue...
Lips which together,
stifle, rhythmic, breathes.

Oh, how she from vicarious love from the one he writes about.
She have been so glad for him to throw it out.

Further steps lead to yet broken bottle;
Again the words contained have the page.
Whose tears were which ran the ink?
From who they'd poured to this streak?

Were his by chance from telling her,
Or hers by from reading it?
They could been collective;
They have been from someone else
Why don't we see at the bottom?
Why don't we see comes next?

Oh, how she cries vicarious pain from the one he writes about.
She must have been so sad for him to her out.

just say she is better,
off somehow.
Let's just say she has been happier
she is now
We fake it so why even try?

just say she is better,
off somehow.
Let's just say she has never been
she is now.
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Lets say she is better,
off somehow.
Let's say she has never been happier,
than she is now.