🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Recessional - Vienna Teng

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