Luyện nghe bài hát Meteorites

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

looking up,
The girl cautiously takes the hand.
She steels then meets his gaze.
The boy smiles. The surrenders. They kiss.
We pull away to reveal more
In a long coat,
A woman a man on a wooden bench;
Behind a lavatory,
Two boys embrace;
Vague sigh behind the steamed windows of a parked car;
Two figures fumble in a box;
There's a couple in every doorway and every corner.
Snow to fall.
We drift up into the sky and look on the boy and the girl,
As they become tiny specks on a street.
We away further and further until London's gone, England's gone, Europe's gone:
Now in space,
Watching the as the sun rises behind it.
orbit by.
A billion surround us.
We over the moon.
Then we cut to and the credits roll

I want you now, and now is all we can

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 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 years in the making, a decade of

This is 'hello'
This is 'goodbye'