Luyện nghe bài hát Passing Afternoon

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

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

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

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

There are names 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 as if they know
A baby in all our bones, so scared to be alone