Luyện nghe bài hát The Dangling Conversation

It's a still life
Of a afternoon
As the sun through the curtained lace
And shadows the room

And we sit and our coffee
Couched in our indifference, like shells upon the
You can the ocean 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 markers
That what we've lost

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

And the dangled
And the sighs
Are the borders of our

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

And how the room is softly
And I only your shadow, I cannot feel your hand
You're a now unto me

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