Luyện nghe bài hát Meteorites

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

Without up,
The cautiously takes the boy's hand.
She herself 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 passionately embrace;
Vague silhouettes sigh the steamed windows of a parked car;
Two figures fumble in a phone
There's a couple in every doorway and around corner.
begins to fall.
We drift up the sky and look down on the boy and the girl,
As they tiny specks 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 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

we wake up tomorrow and nothing's happened; 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 busman's holiday, your much deserved 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 of design

This is 'hello'
This is 'goodbye'