Luyện nghe bài hát Destination

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

Draconian unforetold
One day, suddenly you're old
Your little envelope just makes me
destination start to unfold

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

Destination,
Destination,
Destination,

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

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

Destination,
Destination,
Destination,