Luyện nghe bài hát Paper Forest (In The Afterglow of Rapture)

You're not unlucky, you're just not smart.
These things will never you they're as close as you can get
To a blueprint for the future but you can it fate.
It's like these days I have to write down every thought I've held,
So scared I am of forgetting how it felt,
And these fears will unravel me one day,
But I am afraid.

But I'm
or less, more or less-
Standing in the of rapture with the words the rapture left.

Now you're blessed all women,
Now a man very good,
He tells you how you feel until life is understood,
And he you through it arm in arm as though
There was a map to the way.
Now you write because you him, now you write because he's kind,
You so much, you look up and you wrote yourself behind,
And standing in a labyrinth of paper and the map has been erased.

But blessed-
More or less, or less-
Standing in the of rapture with the words the rapture left.
Are you
or less, more or less?
Now standing in the afterglow of rapture,
but is no rapture left.

Oh come, and we will celebrate the things that us real,
The things that break us open, the things that us feel
these accidental meetings up and partings of the way
Are not so much our but in the blood of how we're made,
like the way I have to write down almost everything I see,
So that the record does obscure the thing the used to be,
And I I'm not unlucky,
I was just born way.

But I'm blessed.

Now a forest grows up in the supermarket aisles,
The born with teeth looks at its mother and it smiles,
And we all down
wind blows through the paper forest.
And a forest grows up in the supermarket aisle
Alarm fingers turn they're counting seconds like they're miles
And you say, "Wake up now, 'cause I can see no forest."