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

You're not unlucky, you're not very smart.
These things will leave 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 almost thought I've held,
So scared I am becoming of how it felt,
And these fears they unravel me one day,
But I am afraid.

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

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

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

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

But I'm blessed.

Now a paper 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 paper forest grows up in the aisle
Alarm clock fingers turn they're seconds like they're miles
And you say, "Wake up now, 'cause I can see no forest."