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 for the future but you can call it fate.
It's like these days I have to write down almost 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, more or
Standing in the afterglow of with the words the rapture left.

Now blessed amongst all women,
Now a man who's good,
He tells you how you feel your life is understood,
And he leads you through it arm in arm as
There was a map to the way.
Now you write because you love him, now you write he's kind,
You write so much, you look up and you wrote behind,
And you're in a labyrinth of paper and the map has been 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 will celebrate the things make us real,
The things that break us open, the things that make us
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 have to write almost everything I see,
So that the 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 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 clock fingers turn they're counting seconds like they're
And you say, "Wake up now, 'cause I can see no forest."