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

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

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

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

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

Oh come, and we celebrate the things that make us real,
The things break us open, the things that make us feel
Like these meetings up and partings of the way
Are not so much our choice but in the of how we're made,
It's like the way I to write 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 just this way.

But I'm blessed.

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