🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Recessional - Vienna Teng

 "It's so beautiful here,"  says,
 "This  now and this moment, now."
 And I never thought I  find her here:
 Flannel and satin, my  walls transformed.
 But she's looking at me, straight  center,
 No room at all for any  thought.
 
 And I know  don't want this, oh, I swear I don't want this.
 There's a reason not to want this  I forgot.
 
 In the terminal  sleeps on my shoulder,
 Hair falling forward, mouth  askew.
 Fluorescent announcements beat  wings overhead:
 "Passengers missing, we're looking  you."
 And  dreams through the noise, her weight against me,
 Face  into the corduroy grooves.
 
 Maybe it means nothing, maybe it means 
 Maybe it means nothing,  I'm afraid to move.
 
 And the words: they're  and nothing.
 I want to search for her in the offhand 
 Who are you, taking coffee,  sugar?
 Who are you, echoing street 
 Who are you,  stranger in the shell of a lover,
 Dark  drawn by the passage of time?
 
 Oh, words, like rain, how sweet  sound.
 "Well anyway," she says, "I'll see you