Luyện nghe bài hát The Dangling Conversation

It's a still watercolor
Of a afternoon
As the sun through the curtained lace
And shadows wash the

And we sit and drink our
Couched in our indifference, shells upon the shore
You can hear the roar

In the conversation
And the superficial
The of our lives

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

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

And the dangled
And the superficial
Are the of our lives

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

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

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