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

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

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

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

But you're
More or less, or less-
in the afterglow of rapture with the words the rapture left.
Are you
More or less, 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 us open, the things that make us feel
Like these meetings up and partings of the way
Are not so our choice but in the blood of how we're made,
It's like the way I have to write down everything I see,
So that the record does obscure the the record used to be,
And I I'm not unlucky,
I was just this way.

But I'm blessed.

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