Luyện nghe bài hát Postcard Day

My eyes are white circles above on fire:
Pale gripping my pen.
up to the zero, adding infinite fractions,
Letting become ten.
Two pink strut the shingles
Picking from the breakfast I saved
For you dear. and I wish you here
On this day.

Focus on the indeterminate line
Where the sky the sea.
Desperate midweek words, banal and
Freely out of me.
Well, I may be a hostage to
But I'm a hostage, not a slave.
And I'm that I wish you were here
On postcard day.

Precious cargo of flotsam: mixed memories on an ocean
Swim madly spice from the orient
On a watery carpet ride.
But with the sun going down, the goes around;
Blows back out of mind.

My eyes are white staring down past the point
Of my pen.
While the ghosts of my youth all sworn to the
Call my again.
Two brown legs make a summer.
But two brown arms keep me away.
Well, my dear, I you were here
On postcard day.