Luyện nghe bài hát Destination

Our instruments no way of measuring this feeling
Can never cut the floor, or penetrate the ceiling
In the space between our houses, some have been discovered
But our lurches on, as if we had recovered

winter unforetold
One solar day, suddenly old
little envelope just makes me cold
Makes destination start to

Our documents are useless, or beyond believing
Page forty-seven is unsigned, I it by this evening
In the space between our cities, a storm is forming
eating up our days, I feel it every morning

Destination,
Destination,
Destination,

not a religion, it's just a technique
It's a way of making you speak
Distance and speed have left us too
And destination looks of bleak

Our elements are burned out, our have been mistreated
I tell you it's the only way we'll get this completed
In the space our bodies, the air has grown small fingers
Just one caress, you're powerless, like all clapped-out swingers

Destination,
Destination,
Destination,