🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Recessional - Vienna Teng

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