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
when it happens.
(she said)
I can't to say how sorry I am,
I never for this to happen.
Sun goes down, the come out..

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

We up, we give in, we take what we can;
we're trapped deep a second chance.
we give up, we in, withought blinking;
Jesus Christ, was I thinking?

Are these desperatley filled by someone
and sad,
because you know lover,
won't be
Are words useless and absurd?
Such a of this,
the harbor and the water sick.

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

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

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

Are lungs desperatley filled by someone
and sad,
because you know lover,
won't be
Are these words useless and
Such a of this,
makes the harbor and the sick.

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

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