Luyện nghe bài hát Recessional

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

And I know I don't want this, oh, I swear I want 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 against me,
Face into the corduroy grooves.

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

And the words: they're and nothing.
I want to search for her in the remarks.
Who are you, coffee, no sugar?
Who are you, echoing street
Who are you, the stranger in the of a lover,
curtains drawn by the passage of time?

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