Luyện nghe bài hát Passing Afternoon

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

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

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

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

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