Luyện nghe bài hát [Untitled]

We held 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 on the edge 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 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 crashing like the news of an intimate suicide.
We picked up the shards and formed into shapes
of stars that wore like an antique dress.
The of the past broke the hearts of the unborn
as the ferris wheel slowed to a stop.
The few skittered away in hopes of a better pastime.
I kissed you at the of the maelstrom and asked
if you would me in a quick fall,
but you made me realize that my ticket good for two.
I alone.
You said, "The cinders are like snow."
There is poetry in despair, and we sang with beauty,
elegies 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 somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon
and the is a mystery of curves and lines.
Still, we lay under the emptiness and slowly outward,
and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation
the earth like a message.

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