Luyện nghe bài hát Meteorites

So we are
Under London's glass and granite as they reach for the half moon
Me a blood of and booze
And the
Polka-dot breeze of you stands stuck to the in cool shoes
What could possibly go
What could possibly go
We could list all the good things and all the bad things
But if we're all just vibration, what does it make?
My heart be a stone;
It's a it's a balloon;
It's a lonely rock with a tail,
in your atmosphere,
Burning up and 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 just a away.
This is our story, our
This is our rom-com and it ends like

looking up,
The girl cautiously the boy's hand.
She steels herself then his gaze.
The boy smiles. The surrenders. They kiss.
We away to reveal more lovers:
In a winter coat,
A woman a man on a wooden bench;
a coin-operated lavatory,
Two passionately embrace;
Vague silhouettes sigh behind the windows of a parked car;
Two figures fumble in a box;
There's a couple in every doorway and around corner.
begins to fall.
We up into the sky and look down on the boy and the girl,
As become tiny specks on a London street.
We pull away further and further until London's gone, England's gone, Europe's
Now in space,
Watching the as the sun rises behind it.
orbit 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

Imagine we wake up tomorrow and nothing's happened; think of what 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 busman's holiday, your much deserved night off.
I'm sensual sojourn!
My heart could be a stone; my heart be a sponge.
This is the ten years in the making, a decade of design

This is 'hello'
This is 'goodbye'