Luyện nghe bài hát Postcard Day

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

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

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

My eyes are white circles staring down 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 brown couldn't keep me away.
Well, my dear, I wish you here
On this day.