Luyện nghe bài hát Pomona for Empuse

Are we still connected or was it a plot,
to get yourself off, and that I'm not
listening it happens.
(she said)
I can't begin to say how I am,
I never ment for to happen.
Sun goes down, the knife out..

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

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

Are these lungs filled by someone
and sad,
because you your lover,
won't be
Are words useless and absurd?
a sight of this,
makes the harbor and the sick.

Shall I stay rejected or in a song?
a bitter old man sunk in his fangs.
Try not to get caught.
(he said)
I know you didn't miss the that I made;
it's simple, sad, and easy to fake.
Live down, the knife come out.

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

We give up, we give in, we take what we
we're trapped deep without a chance.
We give up, we in, withought thinking;
I'll be there the you go down.

Are these desperatley filled by someone
and sad,
because you your lover,
be back?
Are these words and absurd?
Such a of this,
makes the and the water sick.

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

I cry loud to these they grip back tight.
Fall asleep to the of my own life.
If I this bottle fast enough,
I might get and won't wake up. [x2]