Luyện nghe bài hát Postcard Day

My eyes are white circles above cheekbones on
Pale hand my pen.
Rounding up to the zero, adding fractions,
Letting nine ten.
Two pink doves the shingles
Picking crumbs from the I saved
For you dear. and I wish you were
On postcard day.

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

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

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