Luyện nghe bài hát Meteorites

So we are
Under London's glass and granite arms as they reach for the moon
Me a of boldness and booze
And the
Polka-dot breeze of you stands to the street in cool shoes
What possibly go wrong?
What possibly go right?
We list all the good things and list all the bad things
But if we're all just vibration, difference does it make?
My heart could be a
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 melt 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 takes the hand.
She steels then meets his gaze.
The boy smiles. The surrenders. They kiss.
We pull to reveal more lovers:
In a winter coat,
A woman straddles a man on a wooden
Behind a lavatory,
Two passionately embrace;
Vague sigh behind the steamed windows of a parked car;
Two figures in a phone box;
There's a couple in every doorway and every corner.
Snow to fall.
We drift up into the sky and down on the boy and the girl,
As they become tiny specks on a 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

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

This is 'hello'
This kiss is