Luyện nghe bài hát Postcard Day

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

Focus on the fine indeterminate
the sky meets the sea.
Desperate midweek words, banal and
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 postcard day.

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

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