Luyện nghe bài hát [Untitled]

We held hands on the last on earth.
Our mouths filled dust, we kissed in the fields and under trees,
screaming dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves.
It was empty on the edge of town but we everyone floated
the bottom of the river.
So we through the waste where the road curved into the sea
and the seasons lay,
and the bitter of burning was on you like a disease.
In our cancer of 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 stars that like an antique wedding dress.
The echoes of the broke the hearts of the unborn
as the ferris wheel 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 accompany me in a quick fall,
but you me realize that my ticket wasn't good for two.
I alone.
You said, "The cinders are like snow."
is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty,
bitter elegies of and eloquence.
Of and grey.
Strange, we ran down desperate streets and our names in the flesh of the city.
The sun was stagnated beyond the rim of the horizon
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
into the earth a message.

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