Luyện nghe bài hát [Untitled]

We held hands on the last on earth.
Our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the and under trees,
like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves.
It was empty on the edge of town but we knew everyone
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 burning was on you a disease.
In our cancer of you said, "Death is a midnight runner."
The sky had come crashing down the news of an intimate suicide.
We picked up the shards and them into shapes
of stars wore like an antique wedding dress.
The of the past broke the hearts of the unborn
as the wheel silently 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 wasn't good for two.
I alone.
You said, "The cinders are falling snow."
There is in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty,
bitter 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 mystery of 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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