Luyện nghe bài hát [Untitled]

We hands on the last night on earth.
Our filled with dust, we kissed in the fields and under trees,
screaming like dogs, bleeding into the leaves.
It was empty on the of town but we knew everyone floated
the bottom of the river.
So we walked through the waste where the road into 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 news of an suicide.
We picked up the and formed them into shapes
of stars that like an antique wedding dress.
The of the past broke the hearts of the unborn
as the ferris silently slowed to a stop.
The few insects away in hopes of a better pastime.
I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and
if you would me in a quick fall,
but you made me realize my ticket wasn't good for two.
I alone.
You said, "The cinders are falling 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 is a mystery of curves and lines.
Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted outward,
and somewhere in the wilderness we salvation scratched
into the earth a message.

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