Học Tiếng Anh Qua Bài Hát Có Phụ Đề: Recessional

\"It's so beautiful here,\" she says,
\"This now and this moment, now.\"
And I never thought I would find her here:
Flannel and satin, my four walls transformed.
But she's looking me, straight to center,
No room at all 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 want this but I forgot.

In terminal she sleeps on my shoulder,
Hair falling forward, mouth all askew.
Fluorescent beat their wings overhead:
\"Passengers missing, we're looking for you.\"
And she dreams through the noise, weight against me,
Face pressed into the corduroy grooves.

Maybe it means nothing, maybe it means nothing,
Maybe it means nothing, but I'm afraid to move.

And words: they're everything and nothing.
I want to search for her in the offhand remarks.
are you, taking coffee, no sugar?
Who are you, street signs?
Who are you, the stranger in the shell of a lover,
Dark curtains drawn by the passage time?

Oh, words, like rain, how sweet the sound.
\"Well anyway,\" she says, \"I'll see you around...\"