Luyện nghe bài hát An Intimate Conversation

Kristin: was a girl named pike.
Pike was different from the other kids in ways.
She had huge teeth which jutted out from her face,
Particularly when she was and curled her lips back.
Her favorite food was oatmeal, and sticky and glue-like.
Actually, it was her food.
Pike's mother would try to her pop-tarts and fish sticks,
But pike would calmly the offensive food and fix
Herself a bowl of oatmeal she would strap onto her
Head with scotch tape, and walk around the house
she ate, masticating wildly.
Pike's of dress was odd.
She refused to any shoes,
But some old platforms
She'd in the garbage.
You couldn't tell were ratty and old, though
As she had covered with tinfoil
for these reasons alone,
Pike was at school.
The other picked on her,
Called her 'mary' and names,
Pulled her and stuff.
It was for them to accept her into the
Peer group, her idiosyncrasies.
was different.
Often, her mother have little fits,
When she could take strangeness no more,
Ranting 'what had she done wrong,'
And 'how she could raised her weird daughter differently,'
And did her weird daughter do this to her.'
These had no effect on the girl however,
Pike would merely place one hand aside each eye and directly ahead,
Sometimes lending a swift kick in her shin.
Kristin: even the dog, mike,
determinedly against her.
He was nipping her feet
And chasing her into rooms she didn't want to be.
But the last straw was the she woke to a pair of
shoes sitting by her bed.
Accustomed to minor intrusions,
She stepped over them and for her ratty platforms.
They gone.
At least they where she left them.
She called for her and inquired as to their location,
But there was no answer, and there were no platforms
in the apartment, only a pile of broken glass
In of the shattered living room window.
And there on the sidewalk, four down,
Lay here special tinfoil in a tattered heap.
David: as she up the glass fragments,
decided to leave.
This was not a decision,
that mike was biting at her heels and barking very loudly.
She leapt over the mongrel and had just enough time to some
Provisions and some tape, mike lunged.
ran barefoot into the elevator, panting.
It felt to leave.
She the apartment and that stupid dog.
In fact, she the whole city.
But she her shoes,
And her yellow jutting teeth,
No how unpopular they were at school.
Pike barefoot out onto the street,
along the sidewalk,
Scooped up her shiny, rumpled
And barefoot along the road.
Kristin: as the noises of the faded,
She a whole new world,
A lot of green, and for bird sounds.
Cars didn't so fast,
And children happily.
They didn't to be full of pop-tarts and fish sticks.
On and on she walked, and came to a stream.
On and on she through the stream,
the current, her platforms dangling from her shoulder.
As dusk gathered and began to fall,
The sounds of greenness her.
She sight of that for which she had been searching:
A big square entirely with grass.
She then what she had been born to do.
Calmly she out of the stream and
Into her shoes and walked it.
She poured some right out of the packet, into the
and taped herself to it.
Slowly, she walked to the of the field,
Looked up to the stars and wildly.

What type do you have?
David: I don't know. I've been-- I don't think I've ever--
Kristin: there are only a few. you could say one.
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