Luyện nghe bài hát The Dangling Conversation

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

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

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

And you read your Emily
And I my Frost
And we note our with book markers
That measure we've lost

Like a poem written
We are verses out of
Couplets out of
In time

And the conversation
And the superficial
Are the borders of our

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

And how the is softly faded
And I only kiss your
I feel your hand
You're a stranger now me

Lost in the conversation
And the superficial
In the borders of our