Luyện nghe bài hát Meteorites

So we are
Under London's glass and granite arms as they for the half moon
Me a of boldness and booze
And the
Polka-dot breeze of you stands to the street in cool shoes
could possibly go wrong?
What could possibly go
We list all the good things and list all the bad things
But if we're all vibration, what difference does it make?
My could be a stone;
It's a it's a balloon;
It's a rock with a fiery tail,
in your atmosphere,
Burning up and down.
So let our atoms together,
Let our nuclei
I you now,
And conscience can be clear;
My is dead,
The an illusion,
And is just a nightmare away.
is our story, our movie;
This is our rom-com and it ends like

looking up,
The girl cautiously the boy's hand.
She steels then meets his gaze.
The boy smiles. The surrenders. They kiss.
We pull to reveal more lovers:
In a long coat,
A woman straddles a man on a wooden
Behind a lavatory,
Two passionately embrace;
Vague sigh behind the steamed windows of a parked car;
Two figures fumble in a box;
There's a in every doorway and around every corner.
Snow to fall.
We up into the sky and look down on the boy and the girl,
As they become tiny on a London street.
We pull away further and until London's gone, England's gone, Europe's gone:
Now in space,
Watching the earth as the sun behind it.
orbit by.
A stars surround us.
We over the moon.
Then we cut to and the credits roll

I want you now, and now is all we can

Imagine we wake up tomorrow and nothing's happened; think of we'll never know!
One of love, in a month full of doubt.
Take my hand. Take my tongue. run.
can be a detour, a respite
I'm your busman's holiday, much deserved night off.
I'm sensual sojourn!
My could be a stone; my heart could be a sponge.
This is the end: ten years in the making, a of design

This is 'hello'
This kiss is