Luyện nghe bài hát One Last Martini

I to think too much within this detached torpor
Sat with you, sun-drenched by radiant
Exalting vibrations of positivism from your perfect nature
The of stirring lips reminds me of
Figh frantically
To
The way they danced made me you were speaking
Stories you have been for hours
Words aligned in a slogan of
The interpreted by your materialist
Constitution from your
sentiment (I don't exist) Obviously you have been gifted with the most precious piece of the puzzle
An can be artistic and attractive but its meaning can be aimless and

Sporadic
Through your fractionized sculpture, your world intertwines mine
Resulting in something
The last dance is just another
The dance is just another story...