Luyện nghe bài hát Destination

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

Draconian unforetold
One solar day, suddenly old
Your envelope just makes me cold
Makes destination to unfold

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

Destination,
Destination,
Destination,

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

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

Destination,
Destination,
Destination,