Luyện nghe bài hát Meteorites

So we are
Under London's glass and granite arms as reach for the half moon
Me a of boldness and booze
And the
Polka-dot breeze of you stuck to the street in cool shoes
What possibly go wrong?
What could possibly go
We could list all the good things and list all the bad
But if we're all vibration, what difference does it make?
My could be a stone;
It's a sponge; a balloon;
It's a lonely with a fiery tail,
in your atmosphere,
Burning up and down.
So let our atoms together,
Let our nuclei
I you now,
And your can be clear;
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:

Without up,
The girl cautiously takes the hand.
She herself then meets his gaze.
The boy smiles. The girl surrenders. kiss.
We pull away to reveal more
In a winter coat,
A woman straddles a man on a wooden
Behind a lavatory,
Two passionately embrace;
Vague silhouettes behind the steamed windows of a parked car;
Two figures in a phone box;
a couple in every doorway and around every corner.
Snow to fall.
We drift up the sky and look down on the boy and the girl,
As they become specks on a London street.
We pull away further and until London's gone, England's gone, Europe's gone:
Now in space,
Watching the as the sun rises behind it.
Satellites by.
A stars surround us.
We over the moon.
Then we cut to black and the 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 full of doubt.
Take my hand. my tongue. Let's run.
can be a detour, a respite
I'm busman's holiday, your much deserved night off.
I'm your sojourn!
My heart could be a my heart could be a sponge.
is the end: ten years in the making, a decade of design

This kiss is
This kiss is