Luyện nghe bài hát [Untitled]

We held hands on the night on earth.
Our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the fields and trees,
like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves.
It was empty on the of town but we knew everyone floated
along the of the river.
So we walked through the where the road curved into the sea
and the shattered lay,
and the bitter smell of burning was on you a disease.
In our of passion you said, "Death is a midnight runner."
The sky had come down like the news of an intimate suicide.
We picked up the shards and them into shapes
of that wore like an antique wedding dress.
The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the
as the ferris wheel silently to a stop.
The few skittered away in hopes of a better pastime.
I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and
if you accompany me in a quick fall,
but you made me realize that my ticket wasn't for two.
I alone.
You said, "The cinders are like snow."
There is in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty,
elegies of savagery and eloquence.
Of and grey.
Strange, we ran desperate streets and carved our names in the flesh of the city.
The sun was stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the
and the darkness is a of curves and lines.
Still, we lay the emptiness and drifted slowly outward,
and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation
the earth like a message.

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