Luyện nghe bài hát The Dangling Conversation

It's a still life
Of a afternoon
As the sun shines through the curtained
And wash the room

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

In the conversation
And the superficial
The of our lives

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

Like a poem poorly
We are verses out of
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 really dead?"

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

Lost in the dangling
And the superficial
In the of our lives