Luyện nghe bài hát Recessional

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

And I I don't 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,
falling forward, mouth all askew.
Fluorescent announcements beat their overhead:
"Passengers missing, we're for you."
And she through the noise, her weight against me,
pressed into the corduroy grooves.

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

And the words: everything and nothing.
I to search for her in the offhand remarks.
Who are you, coffee, no sugar?
Who are you, echoing signs?
Who are you, the stranger in the of a lover,
Dark curtains drawn by the passage of

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