Luyện nghe bài hát Passing Afternoon

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

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 their piles of fallen leaves

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

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

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