Luyện nghe bài hát Meteorites

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

looking up,
The girl takes the boy's hand.
She steels herself meets his gaze.
The boy smiles. The surrenders. They kiss.
We pull away to more lovers:
In a long coat,
A woman straddles a man on a wooden
a coin-operated lavatory,
Two boys passionately
Vague silhouettes behind the steamed windows of a parked car;
Two fumble in a phone box;
There's a couple in every and around every corner.
Snow to fall.
We drift up into the sky and down on the boy and the girl,
As become tiny specks on a London street.
We pull away further and further London's gone, England's gone, Europe's gone:
Now in space,
the earth as the sun rises behind it.
Satellites by.
A billion stars 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 tomorrow and happened; think of what we'll never know!
One night of love, in a full 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 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 is 'hello'
This is 'goodbye'