🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Recessional - Vienna Teng

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