Luyện nghe bài hát Meteorites

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

looking up,
The girl takes the boy's hand.
She steels 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 wooden
Behind a lavatory,
Two boys passionately
Vague silhouettes sigh the steamed windows of a parked car;
Two figures fumble in a phone
There's a couple in doorway and around every corner.
Snow to fall.
We up into the sky and look down on the boy and the girl,
As they become tiny on a London street.
We pull away further and further until gone, England's gone, Europe's gone:
Now in space,
the earth as the sun rises behind it.
Satellites by.
A stars surround us.
We float the moon.
Then we cut to and the credits roll

I you now, and now is all we can know

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

This is 'hello'
This is 'goodbye'