Luyện nghe bài hát Destination

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

winter unforetold
One solar day, suddenly old
Your little envelope just makes me
destination start to unfold

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

Destination,
Destination,
Destination,

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

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

Destination,
Destination,
Destination,