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 boldness and
And the
Polka-dot breeze of you stands to the street in cool shoes
What could possibly go
What could go right?
We list all the good things and list all the bad things
But if we're all vibration, what difference does it make?
My heart be a stone;
a sponge; it's a balloon;
It's a lonely with a fiery tail,
Falling in atmosphere,
up and breaking down.
So let our melt 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 cautiously takes the boy's hand.
She steels then meets his gaze.
The boy smiles. The girl surrenders. kiss.
We pull to reveal more lovers:
In a long coat,
A woman straddles a man on a bench;
a coin-operated lavatory,
Two passionately embrace;
Vague silhouettes sigh behind the steamed windows of a car;
Two figures fumble in a box;
There's a couple in every doorway and around corner.
Snow 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 further and further until London's gone, England's gone, Europe's gone:
Now in space,
Watching the as the sun rises behind it.
Satellites by.
A billion stars 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 night of love, in a month of doubt.
Take my hand. Take my tongue. run.
can be a detour, a respite
I'm your busman's holiday, your deserved night off.
I'm your sojourn!
My heart could be a stone; my could be a sponge.
This is the end: ten years in the making, a decade of

This is 'hello'
This is 'goodbye'