Luyện nghe bài hát Passing Afternoon

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

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

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

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

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