Luyện nghe bài hát Destination

Our instruments have no way of measuring this
Can cut below the floor, or penetrate the ceiling
In the space between our houses, some bones have discovered
But our procession on, as if we had recovered

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

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

Destination,
Destination,
Destination,

It's not a religion, it's just a
It's just a way of you speak
and speed 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 get this road completed
In the space between our bodies, the air has grown fingers
Just one caress, you're powerless, like all clapped-out swingers

Destination,
Destination,
Destination,