Luyện nghe bài hát Meteorites

So we are
Under London's glass and granite arms as they 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
could possibly go right?
We could list all the things and list all the bad things
But if all just vibration, what difference does it make?
My heart be a stone;
It's a sponge; it's a
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 your conscience can be
My is dead,
The an illusion,
And tomorrow is a nightmare away.
is our story, our movie;
This is our rom-com and it ends this:

looking up,
The cautiously takes the boy's hand.
She steels then meets his gaze.
The boy smiles. The surrenders. They kiss.
We pull away to reveal lovers:
In a winter coat,
A straddles a man on a wooden bench;
Behind a lavatory,
Two passionately embrace;
silhouettes sigh behind the steamed windows of a parked car;
Two figures 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 they become specks on a London street.
We pull away further and further London's gone, England's gone, Europe's gone:
Now in space,
Watching the earth as the sun behind it.
Satellites by.
A billion stars us.
We over the moon.
Then we cut to black and the credits

I want you now, and now is all we can

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

This kiss is
This kiss is