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
and satin, my four walls transformed.
But looking at me, straight to center,
No at all for any other thought.

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

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

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

And the they're everything and nothing.
I want to search for her in the remarks.
Who are you, taking coffee, no
Who are you, echoing signs?
Who are you, the stranger in the 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..."