Luyện nghe bài hát Without Mythologies

A soft breeze slippery concrete black
And full of muddy
Contrasting the hoarfrost, clean and hung
On a tunnel of silent shivering
The ones you said like to be
And the birds screamed at the sun

Now buried down below the ground
the snow
I press my shoulder to wall between us
I know you are me
And I press my shoulder to wall
Determined not to around

I see you standing
Still that statue that I molded in my to kiss
So beautiful, you'll never move

Someplace far away, some sad littered
With plates, with bad light
In 48 frames from a movie on the cutting room

You've said, "True meaning would be dying you"
And though I to, I did not smile
But now I will give up on this wall that I have fought
Never meaning behind our rich words
If I could, I would make you a raging
With angry rapids, with rain

So you always meander
And be able to run away
Without contending myths, wrongly interpreted
With pain, a wind

A harsh