Luyện nghe bài hát [Untitled]

We hands on the last night on earth.
Our filled with dust, we kissed in the fields and under trees,
like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves.
It was empty on the edge of town but we everyone floated
along the of the river.
So we through the waste where the road curved into the sea
and the shattered lay,
and the bitter smell of burning was on you a disease.
In our cancer of you said, "Death is a midnight runner."
The sky had come crashing like the news of an intimate suicide.
We up the shards and formed them into shapes
of that wore like an antique wedding dress.
The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the
as the ferris wheel silently 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 that my ticket good for two.
I alone.
You said, "The are falling like snow."
There is poetry in despair, and we sang with beauty,
elegies of savagery and eloquence.
Of and grey.
Strange, we ran desperate streets and carved our names in the flesh of the city.
The sun was stagnated somewhere the rim of the horizon
and the darkness is a mystery of and lines.
Still, we lay the emptiness and drifted slowly outward,
and somewhere in the we found salvation scratched
the earth like a message.

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