Luyện nghe bài hát [Untitled]

We held on the last night on earth.
Our mouths filled dust, we kissed in the fields and under trees,
screaming like dogs, dark into the leaves.
It was on the edge of town but we knew everyone floated
along the of the river.
So we through the waste where the road curved into the sea
and the shattered lay,
and the smell of burning was on you like a disease.
In our cancer of passion you said, "Death is a runner."
The sky had come down like the news of an intimate suicide.
We picked up the and formed them into shapes
of stars that like an antique wedding dress.
The echoes of the past the hearts of the unborn
as the wheel silently slowed to a stop.
The few insects skittered 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 wasn't good for two.
I alone.
You said, "The cinders are like snow."
There is in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty,
bitter 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 stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the
and the is a mystery of curves and lines.
Still, we lay the emptiness and drifted slowly outward,
and somewhere in the we found salvation scratched
the earth like a message.

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