Luyện nghe bài hát Without Mythologies

A soft breeze with concrete black
And of muddy slush
Contrasting with the hoarfrost, clean and
On a tunnel of shivering trees
The ones you said you'd to be
And the birds screamed at the sun

Now buried deep below the ground
the snow
I press my shoulder to this wall us
I know you are me
And I press my to this wall
not to turn around

I see you standing
Still that that I molded in my mind to kiss
So beautiful, never move again

Someplace far away, some sad table
chipped 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 up on this wall that I have fought with
Never uncover meaning behind our words
If I could, I would make you a raging
With rapids, supplied with rain

So you could always
And forever be able to run
Without with myths, wrongly interpreted
With pain, a harsh

A harsh