Luyện nghe bài hát Recessional

"It's so here," she says,
"This now and this moment, now."
And I never thought I would find her
Flannel and satin, my four transformed.
But she's at me, straight to center,
No at all for any other thought.

And I know I want this, oh, I swear I don't want this.
There's a not to want this but I forgot.

In the she sleeps on my shoulder,
Hair forward, mouth all askew.
announcements beat their wings overhead:
"Passengers missing, we're for you."
And she dreams through the noise, her weight me,
pressed into the corduroy grooves.

Maybe it means nothing, it means nothing,
Maybe it nothing, but I'm afraid to move.

And the they're everything and nothing.
I to search for her in the offhand remarks.
Who are you, taking coffee, no
Who are you, street signs?
Who are you, the in the shell of a lover,
curtains drawn by the passage of time?

Oh, words, like rain, how the sound.
"Well anyway," she says, "I'll see you around..."