Luyện nghe bài hát An Intimate Conversation

Kristin: there was a named pike.
Pike was different from the other kids in ways.
She had huge teeth which jutted out from her face,
when she was angry and curled her lips back.
Her favorite food was oatmeal, and sticky and glue-like.
Actually, it was her food.
Pike's would try to feed her pop-tarts and fish sticks,
But pike would calmly remove the food and fix
Herself a of oatmeal which she would strap onto her
Head with scotch tape, and then around the house
While she ate, wildly.
manner of dress was odd.
She to wear any shoes,
But some ratty old
found in the garbage.
You tell they were ratty and old, though
As she had covered with tinfoil
for these reasons alone,
Pike was at school.
The other children on her,
her 'mary' and other names,
Pulled her and stuff.
It was difficult for them to her into the
group, given her idiosyncrasies.
was different.
Often, her would have little fits,
When she take pike's strangeness no more,
Ranting about 'what had she wrong,'
And 'how she could have her weird daughter differently,'
And did her weird daughter do this to her.'
These fits had no on the girl however,
Pike would merely place one aside each eye and stare directly ahead,
Sometimes lending a swift in her mother's shin.
even the family dog, mike,
Seemed against her.
He was always her feet
And chasing her into where she didn't want to be.
But the last was the morning she woke to a pair of
Aerobic sitting by her bed.
Accustomed to these intrusions,
She stepped over them and reached for her platforms.
were gone.
At least they weren't she left them.
She for her mother and inquired as to their location,
But was no answer, and there were no ratty platforms
Anywhere in the apartment, only a pile of broken
In front of the shattered living window.
And there on the sidewalk, four down,
Lay here special tinfoil shoes in a heap.
David: as she up the glass fragments,
Pike to leave.
This was not a decision,
Given that mike was biting at her heels and barking loudly.
She leapt over the mongrel and had just enough time to some
Provisions and some tape, before lunged.
ran barefoot into the elevator, panting.
It good to leave.
She the apartment and that stupid dog.
In fact, she hated the city.
But she her shoes,
And her yellow jutting teeth,
No matter how unpopular they at school.
Pike walked barefoot out the street,
along the sidewalk,
Scooped up her shiny, rumpled
And continued along the road.
Kristin: as the of the city faded,
She discovered a new world,
A lot of green, and room for sounds.
didn't drive so fast,
And played happily.
They didn't seem to be full of and fish sticks.
On and on she walked, and soon to a stream.
On and on she through the stream,
the current, her platforms dangling from her shoulder.
As dusk and night began to fall,
The sounds of enveloped her.
She caught of that for which she had been searching:
A big square entirely with grass.
She then knew what she had been to do.
she stepped out of the stream and
Into her shoes and towards it.
She poured some oats right out of the packet, the
Bowl and herself to it.
Slowly, she to the middle of the field,
up to the stars and masticated wildly.

What type do you have?
David: I don't know. never been-- I don't think I've ever--
Kristin: there are only a few. you just say one.
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