Luyện nghe bài hát The Dangling Conversation

It's a still life water
Of a now afternoon
As the sun
the curtained lace

And wash the room
And we sit and drink our
Couched in our
Like shells upon the

You can hear the roar
In the dangling
And the superficial
The of our alliance

And you read your Dickinson
And I my Frost
And we note our place with book
That measure what we've

Like a poem poorly
We are verses out of
out of rhyme
In time

And the conversation
And the sighs
Are the borders of our

Yes, we speak of things matter
With words that must be
"Can be worthwhile?"
"Is the really dead?"

And how the is softly faded
And I kiss your shadow
I feel your hand
a stranger now unto me

Lost in the dangling
And the superficial
In the of our alliance