Luyện nghe bài hát Postcard Day

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

Focus on the fine 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.

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

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