Luyện nghe bài hát [Untitled]

We held hands on the last on earth.
Our mouths filled with dust, we in the fields and under trees,
screaming like dogs, bleeding dark the leaves.
It was empty on the edge of town but we everyone floated
along the of the river.
So we walked through the waste where the road into the sea
and the seasons lay,
and the bitter smell of was on you like a disease.
In our cancer of you said, "Death is a midnight runner."
The sky had crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide.
We picked up the shards and formed them into
of stars that wore like an antique dress.
The of the past broke the hearts of the unborn
as the wheel silently slowed to a stop.
The few insects skittered away in of a better pastime.
I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and
if you would me in a quick fall,
but you made me realize my ticket wasn't good for two.
I alone.
You said, "The are falling like snow."
There is poetry in despair, and we sang unrivaled beauty,
bitter 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 beyond the rim of the horizon
and the darkness is a mystery of and lines.
Still, we lay under the and drifted slowly outward,
and somewhere in the wilderness we found scratched
the earth like a message.

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