Luyện nghe bài hát Postcard Day

My eyes are white above cheekbones on fire:
hand gripping my pen.
Rounding up to the zero, infinite fractions,
nine become ten.
Two doves strut the shingles
Picking crumbs from the breakfast I
For you dear. and I wish you were
On postcard day.

Focus on the fine indeterminate
Where the sky the sea.
Desperate midweek words, 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 wish you were
On postcard day.

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

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