Luyện nghe bài hát Meteorites

So we are
Under London's glass and granite arms as they for the half moon
Me a blood of and booze
And the
Polka-dot breeze of you stands to the street in cool shoes
What could go wrong?
What possibly go right?
We could list all the good things and list all the bad
But if we're all just vibration, what difference it make?
My could be a stone;
It's a sponge; it's a
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 just a away.
This is our story, our
This is our rom-com and it ends this:

Without up,
The cautiously takes the boy's 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 straddles a man on a wooden bench;
a coin-operated lavatory,
Two boys embrace;
Vague silhouettes sigh the steamed windows of a parked car;
Two fumble in a phone box;
There's a couple in every doorway and every corner.
begins to fall.
We drift up into the sky and down on the boy and the girl,
As they become tiny on a London street.
We pull away further and until London's gone, England's gone, Europe's gone:
Now in space,
the earth as the sun rises behind it.
Satellites by.
A billion stars us.
We float 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; think of we'll never know!
One night of love, in a full of doubt.
Take my hand. Take my tongue. run.
Tonight can be a detour, a
I'm busman's holiday, your much deserved night off.
I'm sensual sojourn!
My could be a stone; my heart could be a sponge.
This is the end: ten years in the making, a of design

kiss is 'hello'
This is 'goodbye'