Luyện nghe bài hát Nine

I recall on the church steps,
When I moved to your chest,
How we paid such close
To sweet and stuttered breath,
I stopped to paint our picture,
Captured pure affection,
Just to the difference
between and connection.

I can see all of my and
I into empty buildings,
the coast was clear,
With full of beer,
Wed our bottles from the rooftops
At this - it looked endless.
Guess I still see the difference
between real and that urgent adolescence.

And I in a basement sharing sweat
all these stranger boys and girls,
Well the world! We sang,
Well the world! But
Nothing seems to and
They say none of them listen,
But I still see much more power in that
than in politicians.

And if we get by this winter,
If we get strangled by regret,
Let our love of and tension
in sweet and stuttered breaths, and
Have lay us in a basement,
some bottles on the ground, and
Say we could never the difference
the feeling and the sound.

Remember not our pieces,
not our rusted parts,
Its not the petty imperfections that us but
The way we our hearts,
And the way we our heads,
I hope they write your names beside
on my gravestone Im dead.
And when were let our voices carry on
To find a song
To find a better song and sing
along