Luyện nghe bài hát Tintin in Tibet

I to you
I to you, Geneviève
I to you
You don't
I sing to you

When I you, who am I talking to?
Standing in the front yard like an open
Repeating "I you", to who?
I recorded all these songs about the weird echoes in our now
And then I walked out the door to them on a stage
But I to you

I you
When we met, you were 22
And I my truck onto the ferry to Victoria in the morning
we met and talked forever in your apartment with evening falling
So I my blankets in
And on the floor right next to your bed
In the morning, awake, I saw you standing right above me
Peeling an orange and looking
"Do you some," you asked me
And then just avalanched into me pieces of orange
And and kissing and certainty

I you a few days later in Tofino
we'd driven to play a show you'd
set up for us at a surf to no one
we slept in the back of my truck and got woken up by the cops
Then went down to the fishing boat dock to ask whoever for a
Across the water to Meares Island to just get there for the day
And we did and brought some food
to eat and through the big trees
and in love,
totally insane, apart from the of the world
We had finally each other in the universe

Lying on the rocks, waiting for the boat to pick us up
I the one book we had with us aloud
With my head on your lap, sinking you
in Tibet in French
And we of devotion and snow
and longing in the Himalayan air
High and cold, a bell ringing out

Then right before you died, thirteen years in our house
I remember through gasping for oxygen
You explained that been thinking about that high, cold air
Wrapping the globe, singing the mountains of the gods

And yes I do picture you there, dancing
But I'd rather you were in the house watching
The everyday life of this good daughter we made
Instead of being scattered by the for no reason
So I to you