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

You're not unlucky, you're just not smart.
things will 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 scared I am becoming of how it felt,
And these fears will unravel me one day,
But I am afraid.

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

Now you're blessed all women,
Now a man who's good,
He tells you how you feel until your is understood,
And he leads you it arm in arm as though
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 yourself behind,
And standing in a labyrinth of paper and the map has been erased.

But you're
or less, more 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 is no rapture left.

Oh come, and we will celebrate the things make us real,
The things break us open, the things that make us feel
Like accidental meetings up and partings of the way
Are not so much our but in the blood of how we're made,
It's like the way I to write down almost everything I see,
So that the 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 forest grows up in the aisles,
The baby born teeth looks at its mother and it smiles,
And we all fall
Like wind blows the paper forest.
And a paper forest grows up in the aisle
clock fingers turn they're counting seconds like they're miles
And you say, "Wake up now, I can see no paper forest."