🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Recessional - Vienna Teng

 "It's so beautiful  she says,
 "This moment  and this moment, now."
 And I never thought I would  her here:
  and satin, my four walls transformed.
 But she's looking  me, straight to center,
 No room at all for any  thought.
 
 And I know  don't want this, oh, I swear I don't want this.
 There's a reason not to want this but I 
 
  the terminal she sleeps on my shoulder,
 Hair falling forward, mouth  askew.
 Fluorescent announcements  their wings overhead:
  missing, we're looking for you."
 And she dreams  the noise, her weight against me,
 Face pressed  the corduroy grooves.
 
 Maybe it means  maybe it means nothing,
 Maybe it means nothing, but  afraid to move.
 
 And  words: they're everything and nothing.
 I want to search for her  the offhand remarks.
 Who are you, taking coffee,  sugar?
 Who are  echoing street signs?
 Who are  the stranger in the shell of a lover,
 Dark curtains drawn  the passage of time?
 
 Oh, words,  rain, how sweet the sound.
 "Well anyway,"  says, "I'll see you around..."