Luyện nghe bài hát Pomona For Empusa

Are we connected or was it just a plot,
to get yourself off, and hope I'm not
when it happens.
(she said)
I can't begin to say how I am,
I never meant for to happen.
the Sun goes down, the knives out..

I'm on the island you me on,
such a sickening of sand;
no lifeboats, no off.

We up, we give in, we take what we can;
trapped deep without a second chance.
we give up, we in, withought blinking;
Christ, what was I thinking?

oh these lungs desperatley filled by
and sad,
because you your lover,
be back.
all these words , and absurd
a sight of this,
makes the and the water sick.

Shall I stay rejected or end up and soft
a bitter old man sunk in his veins
not to get caught.
(he says)
I you didn't miss the sound that I made;
simple,and sad, and easy to fake.
the down, the knives come out.

I'm on the island you me on,
such a strip of sand;
no lifeboats, no off.

We give up, we give in, we take what we
we're trapped deep a second chance.
We give up, we in, withought thinking;
I'll be the night you go down.

oh these lungs filled by someone
and sad,
because you your lover,
be back.
all words , useless and absurd
Such a of this,
makes the harbor and the sick.

I understand reasons,
for this dance.
I'd me, too,
if I thought I had the chance.

I cry to these sheets they grip back tight.
i asleep to the sound of my own life.
If I drink bottle fast enough,
I might get lucky and won't up. [x2]