Luyện nghe bài hát Constellations

Packing the last few shirts a bloated suitcase
The last of comfort and the ticking clock face
I swear those hands move every day
I'm more confused than ever but I don't beg or 'cause the
light from the morning sun
Is all we need to feel one.

I reach the station with minutes to spare,
I glance at my watch time's going these days I swear,
Eyes focus up now to the train time board
only two platforms to be explored,
And it's then I admit it to my self,

I am lost so lost
But the constellations
guide me
There's a train at 12, disaster.
It's running on time as runs faster
On platform two it's destination
It's though it was suppose to arrive at 11:50.
one it says stand behind the yellow line
But I sit on the edge and just gaze at the time.

My mind wanders to our oblivious existence
I'm all choked up now with the threat of
As the bound for disaster chokes up to the station,
I don't board it cause I decide that it's the destination,
But the train bound for is nowhere to be seen

And I'm lost so
are the constellations
That me?

And then I that
We to use our own two feet to walk these tracks,
And we have to up and we have to watch each others backs,
When forgiveness is our and imagination our sword
Well I'll tie the ropes of hate and slash open the of the bored
And we'll start a so equal and free
Every inch of this earth is yours all the and all the sea
Imagine no restrictions but the climate and the
Then we can explore space

And I'm lost so
Where are the

And I'm so lost
You are the X5