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 on the edge of town but we knew everyone floated
along the of the river.
So we walked through the waste where the road curved the sea
and the seasons lay,
and the bitter smell of was on you like a disease.
In our of passion you said, "Death is a midnight runner."
The sky had come crashing down like the of an intimate suicide.
We picked up the shards and formed them into
of stars that wore like an wedding dress.
The echoes of the past broke the of the unborn
as the ferris wheel silently 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 accompany me in a 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,
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 is a mystery of curves and lines.
Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted outward,
and somewhere in the wilderness we found scratched
the earth like a message.

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