Luyện nghe bài hát Postcard Day

My eyes are white circles above on fire:
Pale gripping my pen.
Rounding up to the zero, infinite fractions,
Letting nine ten.
Two pink doves strut the
Picking from the breakfast I saved
For you dear. and I you were here
On postcard day.

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

cargo of flotsam: mixed memories on an ocean tide
Swim madly with spice from the
On a mystery watery ride.
But the sun going down, the wind 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 don't a summer.
But two arms couldn't keep me away.
Well, my dear, I wish you were
On postcard day.