Luyện nghe bài hát Constellations

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

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

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

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

And I'm so lost
Where are the
guide me?

And I realize that
We need to use our own two to walk these tracks,
And we have to squad up and we have to each others backs,
When is our torch and imagination our sword
Well I'll tie the of hate and slash open the minds of the bored
And we'll start a world so and free
inch of this earth is yours all the land and all the sea
Imagine no restrictions but the and the weather
Then we can explore together

And I'm lost so
are the constellations

And I'm so lost
You are the X5