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 Bougainvillea

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

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

There are things we can't recall, blind as that 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 songs I'd never learned

are names across the sea, only now I do believe
Sometimes, with the windows closed, sit and think 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