Luyện nghe bài hát Recessional

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

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

In the terminal she on my shoulder,
falling forward, mouth all askew.
Fluorescent announcements beat wings overhead:
"Passengers missing, we're for you."
And she dreams through the noise, her weight me,
Face pressed 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, coffee, no sugar?
Who are you, street signs?
Who are you, the in the shell of a lover,
Dark curtains drawn by the passage of

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