Luyện nghe bài hát [Untitled]

We hands on the last night on earth.
Our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the fields and trees,
screaming 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 the road curved into the sea
and the seasons 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 them into
of stars that wore an antique wedding dress.
The of the past broke the hearts of the unborn
as the wheel silently slowed to a stop.
The few insects skittered away in of a better pastime.
I kissed you at the of the maelstrom and asked
if you accompany me in a quick fall,
but you made me realize that my ticket wasn't 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 carved our in the flesh of the city.
The sun was stagnated beyond the rim of the horizon
and the darkness is a mystery of and lines.
Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted outward,
and somewhere in the wilderness we found scratched
into the earth a message.

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