Luyện nghe bài hát Destination

Our instruments no way of measuring this feeling
Can never cut the floor, or penetrate the ceiling
In the space between our houses, some bones have discovered
But our lurches on, as if we had recovered

Draconian winter
One solar day, suddenly old
Your little envelope just me cold
Makes start to unfold

Our are useless, or forged beyond believing
Page is unsigned, I need it by this evening
In the space between our cities, a storm is slowly
Something eating up our days, I feel it morning

Destination,
Destination,
Destination,

It's not a religion, it's just a
It's just a way of making you
Distance and speed have left us too
And looks kind of bleak

Our elements are out, our beasts have been mistreated
I tell you it's the way we'll get this road completed
In the space between our bodies, the air has small fingers
Just one caress, you're powerless, all those clapped-out swingers

Destination,
Destination,
Destination,