Luyện nghe bài hát Dangling Conversation

It's a still life color,
Of a now afternoon,
As the sun shines through the curtained
And wash the room.
And we sit and our coffee
in our indifference,
Like shells the shore
You can hear the roar
In The Dangling
And the sighs,
The of our lives.

And you your Emily Dickinson,
And I my Frost,
And we note our place with
That measure we've lost.
Like a poorly written
We are out of rhythm,
out of rhyme,
In syncopated
And The Conversation
And the superficial
Are the of our lives.

Yes we of things that matter,
With words must be said,
"Can be worthwhile?"
"Is the really dead?"
And how the is softly faded
And I only your shadow,
I feel your hand,
You're a now unto me
Lost in The Dangling
And the sighs
In the of our lives