Luyện nghe bài hát Meteorites

So we are
Under glass and granite arms as they reach for the half moon
Me a blood of boldness and
And the
Polka-dot breeze of you stands stuck to the street in shoes
What could possibly go
What possibly 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;
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 melt together,
Let our nuclei
I you now,
And your conscience can be
My is dead,
The an illusion,
And tomorrow is just a away.
This is our story, our
This is our and it ends like this:

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 long coat,
A woman straddles a man on a wooden
a coin-operated lavatory,
Two boys embrace;
silhouettes sigh behind the steamed windows of a parked car;
Two fumble in a phone box;
There's a couple in every and around every corner.
begins to fall.
We up into the sky and look 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,
the earth as the sun rises behind it.
Satellites by.
A billion surround us.
We over the moon.
Then we cut to and the credits roll

I you now, and now is all we can know

Imagine we wake up and nothing's happened; think of what we'll never know!
One night of love, in a month of doubt.
my hand. Take my tongue. Let's run.
Tonight can be a detour, a
I'm your holiday, your much deserved night off.
I'm your sojourn!
My could be a stone; my heart could be a sponge.
This is the end: ten years in the making, a of design

kiss is 'hello'
This kiss is