Luyện nghe bài hát Meteorites

So we are
Under London's glass and arms as they reach for the half moon
Me a blood of and booze
And the
Polka-dot breeze of you stands stuck to the street in cool
What could possibly go
What could possibly go
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 it's a balloon;
It's a lonely rock with a tail,
in your atmosphere,
Burning up and down.
So let our melt together,
Let our converge;
I you now,
And your conscience can be
My is dead,
The an illusion,
And is just 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 herself then meets his gaze.
The boy smiles. The surrenders. They kiss.
We pull away to reveal lovers:
In a long 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 in a phone box;
a couple in every doorway and around every corner.
Snow 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 gone, England's gone, Europe's gone:
Now in space,
the earth as the sun rises behind it.
Satellites by.
A stars surround us.
We float the moon.
Then we cut to black and the roll

I you now, and now is all we can know

we wake up tomorrow and nothing's happened; think of what we'll never know!
One of love, in a month full 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 decade of

This kiss is
This kiss is