Luyện nghe bài hát Passing Afternoon

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

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

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

There are things we can't recall, blind as night finds us all
Winter tucks her children in, her fragile china
But my hands remember hers, 'round the shaded ferns
arms, her secrets still like songs I'd never learned

There are names 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 baby sleeps in all our bones, so to be alone