Luyện nghe bài hát Postcard Day

My eyes are circles above cheekbones on fire:
Pale gripping my pen.
up to the zero, adding infinite fractions,
Letting become ten.
Two pink doves the shingles
crumbs from the breakfast I saved
For you dear. and I you were here
On postcard day.

Focus on the fine line
Where the sky the sea.
Desperate words, banal and absurd
flow out of me.
Well, I may be a to summer
But I'm a hostage, not a slave.
And I'm clear that I you were here
On this day.

Precious cargo of flotsam: mixed memories on an tide
Swim madly with from the orient
On a mystery watery ride.
But with the sun going down, the wind goes
Blows back out of mind.

My eyes are white circles staring down the point
Of my pen.
While the ghosts of my youth all sworn to the
my name again.
Two legs don't make a summer.
But two brown arms couldn't me away.
Well, my dear, I wish you here
On postcard day.