Luyện nghe bài hát Pomona for Empuse

Are we still connected or was it a plot,
to get yourself off, and hope I'm not
when it happens.
(she said)
I begin to say how sorry I am,
I ment for this to happen.
Sun goes down, the 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 what we can;
we're trapped deep without a chance.
we give up, we give in, blinking;
Christ, what was I thinking?

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

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

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

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

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

I your reasons,
for this dance.
I'd me, too,
if I I had the slightest chance.

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