Luyện nghe bài hát Broken Radio #1

At the platform's end, where the grew thin
and the light was dim on our
we sat there so tense,
not to touch we meant to (I think)
There was no will, no
to breach the and stop the talk
She tossed her and home did walk

Broken
radio

On the day that I was
there was no big and no great storm
but the man read the in Dutch and warned,
"I'm play 'Je T'aime' on my hunting horn."
In my cradle I was most
So is what you call success

Seamus cried, "My shamrock has died
and my father's gone to Peru."
The frost-damp town wore a fat-guts
and the DJ's Brian Bor
The Sunday's sticky, home rain
never entertained

Broken
Broken

Murder the past and all who in it
If the past is a wreck all who sail in it
make me it's time to move on
but all the and the planes have gone
I'm in a savage place with a song
words...[maybes?]