Luyện nghe bài hát The Dangling Conversation

It's a still life color
Of a now afternoon
As the sun
Through the lace

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

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

And you read Emily Dickinson
And I my Robert
And we our place with book markers
That measure what lost

Like a poem written
We are out of rhythm
out of rhyme
In syncopated

And the dangled
And the superficial
Are the borders of our

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

And how the room is softly
And I only kiss your
I cannot feel hand
You're a stranger now me

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