Luyện nghe bài hát Passing Afternoon

There are times that walk from you 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 blooms

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

There are ships that pass 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 lost her wedding ring
near her misplaced jar of Bougainvillea seeds

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

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