Luyện nghe bài hát The Day Everything Became Nothing

The day became nothing, I was standing underneath a
streetlight, I had a cigarette. I can't recall anything
unusual about it. If was something in the air, if the skies had
over, I wasn't aware, I was too bored to care. No thunder
roared. No cracked. No missiles rained from the sky. This
was no sneak attack. There was just suddenly this lack. Things
had changed, for sure.
The day everything became nothing, you couldn't put finger on
what had gone wrong. The alleys were still dirty; the still
smelled; there was no panic in the streets; just a lot of
people's faces, in their eyes--a mixture of and total surprise.
This was no apocalypse. No one heard a voice from the sky, were
no miracles at the 7-Eleven, no one screamed, no one even why.
It was just everything had somehow, quietly died. So let it die!
I can't recall much of happened next. I was on my way to visit
this I knew. All we had in common was good sex, and now I
even remember her address. A group of us, just strangers,
got together and we formed a committee to the problem. We
about things like assured mutual destruction and emotional
responsibility. I couldn't my name, so I called myself Bob.
It's weird a Bob, but I'll get used to it. I have to.