Luyện nghe bài hát The Dangling Conversation

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

And shadows the room
And we sit and our coffee
in our indifference
Like upon the shore

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

And you read Emily Dickinson
And I my Frost
And we our place with book markers
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 theater dead?"

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

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