Luyện nghe bài hát Meteorites

So we are
Under London's glass and granite arms as they for the half moon
Me a of boldness and booze
And the
Polka-dot breeze of you stands stuck to the in cool shoes
What could possibly go
What could go right?
We could list all the things and list all the bad things
But if we're all just vibration, what does it make?
My heart be a stone;
It's a sponge; it's a
It's a rock with a fiery tail,
in your atmosphere,
Burning up and down.
So let our atoms together,
Let our converge;
I you now,
And your can be clear;
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

looking up,
The cautiously takes the boy's hand.
She steels herself meets his gaze.
The boy smiles. The girl surrenders. kiss.
We pull away to more lovers:
In a winter coat,
A woman straddles a man on a wooden
a coin-operated lavatory,
Two boys passionately
Vague sigh behind the steamed windows of a parked car;
Two fumble in a phone box;
There's a 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 become tiny on a London street.
We pull away further and further until London's gone, England's gone, gone:
Now in space,
Watching the as the sun rises behind it.
Satellites by.
A stars surround us.
We over the moon.
Then we cut to black and the credits

I you now, and now is all we can know

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

kiss is 'hello'
This kiss is