Luyện nghe bài hát Meteorites

So we are
Under London's glass and granite arms as reach for the half moon
Me a blood of boldness and
And the
Polka-dot breeze of you stands stuck to the in cool shoes
What could go wrong?
What possibly go right?
We could list all the things and list all the bad things
But if all just vibration, what difference does it make?
My heart could be a
It's a sponge; it's a
It's a lonely rock a fiery tail,
in your atmosphere,
Burning up and 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
is our rom-com and it ends like this:

Without up,
The girl cautiously the boy's hand.
She steels herself meets his gaze.
The boy smiles. The girl surrenders. kiss.
We pull away to more lovers:
In a long coat,
A woman straddles a man on a wooden
Behind a lavatory,
Two boys embrace;
Vague silhouettes sigh the steamed windows of a parked car;
Two figures fumble in a phone
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 tiny on a London street.
We pull away further and further London's gone, England's gone, Europe's gone:
Now in space,
Watching the earth as the sun rises 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 what we'll 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 your busman's holiday, your much deserved off.
I'm sensual sojourn!
My heart could be a stone; my could be a sponge.
This is the ten years in the making, a decade of design

This kiss is
This kiss is