Luyện nghe bài hát Passing Afternoon

There are times that walk you like some passing afternoon
Summer warmed the open of her honeymoon
And she chose a yard to but the ground remembers her
Wooden spoons, her children stir her blooms

There are things that drift like our endless, numbered days
Autumn blew the quilt right off the perfect bed she
And she's chosen to in the hymns her mother sings
Sunday pulls its children from their piles of fallen

There are sailing ships that all our bodies in the grass
Springtime her children 'till she let's them go at last
And she's chosen where to be, though she's lost her wedding
Somewhere near her jar of Bougainvillea seeds

There are things we can't recall, blind as that finds us all
Winter tucks her children in, her china dolls
But my hands hers, rolling 'round the shaded ferns
Naked arms, her secrets still like songs I'd learned

are names across the sea, only now I do believe
Sometimes, the windows closed, she'll sit and think of me
But she'll mend his tattered and they'll kiss as if they know
A sleeps in all our bones, so scared to be alone