🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Recessional - Vienna Teng

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