Luyện nghe bài hát Meteorites

So we are
London's glass and granite arms as they reach for the half moon
Me a blood of and booze
And the
Polka-dot breeze of you stuck to the street in cool shoes
What could go wrong?
What possibly go right?
We could list all the good things and list all the bad
But if we're all just vibration, what difference does it
My heart could be a
It's a sponge; a balloon;
It's a lonely rock with a tail,
in your atmosphere,
Burning up and down.
So let our atoms together,
Let our converge;
I you now,
And your conscience can be
My is dead,
The an illusion,
And is just a nightmare away.
is our story, our movie;
This is our rom-com and it ends like

Without up,
The girl takes the boy's hand.
She herself then meets his gaze.
The boy smiles. The girl surrenders. kiss.
We away to reveal more lovers:
In a long coat,
A woman straddles a man on a bench;
Behind a lavatory,
Two boys embrace;
silhouettes sigh behind the steamed windows of a parked car;
Two figures fumble in a phone
a couple in every doorway and around every corner.
Snow to fall.
We up into the sky and look down on the boy and the girl,
As they tiny specks on a London street.
We pull away further and further until London's gone, England's gone, Europe's
Now in space,
Watching the earth as the sun rises it.
Satellites by.
A stars surround us.
We float the moon.
Then we cut to black and the roll

I you now, and now is all we can know

Imagine we wake up tomorrow and nothing's think of what we'll never know!
One of love, in a month full of doubt.
Take my hand. Take my tongue. run.
can be a detour, a respite
I'm your busman's holiday, your much night off.
I'm sensual sojourn!
My heart could be a stone; my could be a sponge.
This is the end: ten years in the making, a decade of

kiss is 'hello'
This kiss is