Luyện nghe bài hát Meteorites

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

looking up,
The girl takes the boy's hand.
She steels then meets his gaze.
The boy smiles. The surrenders. They kiss.
We pull away to more lovers:
In a winter coat,
A woman straddles a man on a bench;
Behind a lavatory,
Two boys passionately
silhouettes sigh behind the steamed windows of a parked car;
Two fumble in a phone box;
There's a couple in every doorway and every corner.
begins to fall.
We drift up into the sky and 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, Europe's
Now in space,
the earth as the sun rises behind it.
Satellites by.
A billion surround us.
We float the moon.
we cut to black and the credits roll

I want you now, and now is all we can

Imagine we wake up and nothing's happened; think 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 busman's holiday, your much deserved night off.
I'm sensual sojourn!
My could be a stone; my heart could be a sponge.
is the end: ten years in the making, a decade of design

This kiss is
This is 'goodbye'