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 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 what we
we're trapped without a second chance.
we give up, we in, withought blinking;
Jesus Christ, what was I

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

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

I'm on the you left 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.

Are these lungs desperatley by someone
and sad,
because you your lover,
be back?
Are these words useless and
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 sheets they grip tight.
Fall to the sound of my own life.
If I this bottle fast enough,
I might get lucky and won't up. [x2]