Luyện nghe bài hát [Untitled]

We hands on the last night on earth.
Our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the and under trees,
screaming like dogs, bleeding into the leaves.
It was empty on the edge of but we knew everyone floated
along the of the river.
So we walked through the waste where the curved into the sea
and the seasons 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 crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide.
We picked up the shards and formed into shapes
of stars that wore an antique wedding dress.
The echoes of the past the hearts of the unborn
as the ferris wheel silently to a stop.
The few insects skittered away in hopes of a pastime.
I you at the apex of the maelstrom and asked
if you would me in a quick fall,
but you me realize that 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 somewhere the rim of the horizon
and the is a mystery of curves and lines.
Still, we lay the emptiness and drifted slowly outward,
and in the wilderness we found salvation scratched
into the like a message.

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