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 of you stands stuck to the street in cool shoes
What possibly go wrong?
What could possibly go
We list all the good things and list all the bad things
But if we're all just vibration, what does it make?
My could be a stone;
a sponge; it's a balloon;
It's a rock with a fiery tail,
Falling in atmosphere,
up and breaking down.
So let our atoms together,
Let our nuclei
I you now,
And conscience can be clear;
My is dead,
The an illusion,
And tomorrow is a nightmare away.
This is our story, our
This is our and it ends like this:

Without up,
The girl takes the boy's hand.
She steels then meets his gaze.
The boy smiles. The surrenders. They kiss.
We pull away to reveal more
In a winter coat,
A woman straddles a man on a wooden
a coin-operated lavatory,
Two boys embrace;
Vague silhouettes sigh behind the steamed windows of a car;
Two fumble in a phone box;
There's a couple in every and around every corner.
Snow to fall.
We drift up into the sky and look on the boy and the girl,
As they become tiny on a London street.
We pull away further and further until London's gone, 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.
we cut to black and the credits roll

I you now, and now is all we can know

Imagine we wake up tomorrow and nothing's think of what we'll never know!
One night of love, in a full 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 could be a stone; my heart could be a sponge.
is the end: ten years in the making, a decade of design

This kiss is
This is 'goodbye'