Luyện nghe bài hát [Untitled]

We held hands on the last on earth.
Our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the and under trees,
like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves.
It was empty on the edge of town but we knew everyone
the bottom of the river.
So we walked through the waste where the road curved the sea
and the shattered lay,
and the bitter smell of burning was on you a disease.
In our of passion you said, "Death is a midnight runner."
The sky had come crashing down the news of an intimate suicide.
We picked up the shards and formed them shapes
of stars that wore an antique wedding dress.
The echoes of the past broke the of the unborn
as the ferris silently slowed to a stop.
The few insects skittered away in hopes of a pastime.
I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and
if you would me in a quick fall,
but you made me realize that my ticket good for two.
I alone.
You said, "The cinders are like snow."
There is poetry in despair, and we sang with beauty,
elegies of savagery and eloquence.
Of and grey.
Strange, we ran down desperate streets and our names in the flesh of the city.
The sun was stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the
and the darkness is a mystery of and lines.
Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted outward,
and somewhere in the wilderness we salvation scratched
the earth like a message.

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