Luyện nghe bài hát Passing Afternoon

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

There are things that away like our endless, numbered days
Autumn the quilt right off the perfect bed she made
And chosen to believe in the hymns her mother sings
pulls its children from their piles of fallen leaves

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

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

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