Luyện nghe bài hát Meteorites

So we are
London's glass and granite arms as they reach for the half moon
Me a blood of boldness and
And the
Polka-dot breeze of you stuck to the street in cool shoes
What possibly go wrong?
What could go right?
We could list all the good things and list all the bad
But if we're all just vibration, difference does it make?
My could be a stone;
It's a it's a balloon;
a lonely rock with a fiery tail,
Falling in atmosphere,
up and breaking 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 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 steels then meets his gaze.
The boy smiles. The surrenders. They kiss.
We pull away to reveal lovers:
In a long coat,
A woman straddles a man on a bench;
Behind a lavatory,
Two passionately embrace;
Vague sigh behind the steamed windows of a parked car;
Two fumble in a phone box;
There's a couple in doorway and around every corner.
Snow to fall.
We up into the sky and look down on the boy and the girl,
As they become specks on a London street.
We pull away further and further until London's gone, England's gone, gone:
Now in space,
Watching the as the sun rises behind it.
orbit by.
A billion stars us.
We over the moon.
we cut to black and the credits 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 of love, in a month full of doubt.
Take my hand. my tongue. Let's run.
can be a detour, a respite
I'm your busman's holiday, your much night off.
I'm your sojourn!
My heart could be a stone; my heart be a sponge.
This is the ten years in the making, a decade of design

This kiss is
This kiss is