Luyện nghe bài hát An Intimate Conversation

Kristin: was a girl named pike.
Pike was different from the other in some ways.
She had huge yellow teeth jutted out from her face,
Particularly she was angry and curled her lips back.
Her favorite food was oatmeal, gummy and and glue-like.
Actually, it was her food.
Pike's mother would try to her pop-tarts and fish sticks,
But pike would calmly remove the offensive and fix
Herself a of oatmeal which she would strap onto her
Head with scotch tape, and then walk around the
While she ate, wildly.
Pike's of dress was odd.
She refused to any shoes,
But some old platforms
found in the garbage.
You couldn't tell they ratty and old, though
As she had covered them tinfoil
for these reasons alone,
Pike was at school.
The other children on her,
Called her 'mary' and names,
Pulled her and stuff.
It was difficult for to accept her into the
Peer group, her idiosyncrasies.
was different.
Often, her would have little fits,
she could take pike's strangeness no more,
Ranting 'what had she done wrong,'
And she could have raised her weird daughter differently,'
And did her weird daughter do this to her.'
These fits had no effect on the however,
Pike would merely one hand aside each eye and stare directly ahead,
Sometimes lending a swift in her mother's shin.
Kristin: even the dog, mike,
determinedly against her.
He was always nipping her
And chasing her into rooms where she didn't 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.
They gone.
At least they weren't she left them.
She called for her and inquired as to their location,
But there was no answer, and were no ratty platforms
Anywhere in the apartment, only a pile of glass
In front of the living room window.
And there on the sidewalk, four down,
Lay here tinfoil shoes in a tattered heap.
David: as she up the glass fragments,
Pike to leave.
was not a difficult decision,
Given that mike was biting at her and barking very loudly.
She leapt over the mongrel and had just time to grab some
Provisions and tape, before mike lunged.
ran barefoot into the elevator, panting.
It good to leave.
She hated the apartment and stupid dog.
In fact, she the whole city.
But she her shoes,
And her yellow jutting teeth,
No matter how unpopular were at school.
walked barefoot out onto the street,
Barefoot the sidewalk,
up her shiny, rumpled platforms
And continued barefoot the road.
as the noises of the city faded,
She discovered a new world,
A lot of green, and room for sounds.
Cars didn't so fast,
And played happily.
didn't seem to be full of pop-tarts and fish sticks.
On and on she walked, and soon to a stream.
On and on she walked the stream,
Against the current, her platforms dangling her shoulder.
As dusk and night began to fall,
The sounds of greenness her.
She caught sight of for which she had been searching:
A big square entirely filled grass.
She then knew what she had born to do.
Calmly she stepped out of the and
Into her shoes and walked it.
She some oats right out of the packet, into the
Bowl and taped to it.
Slowly, she to the middle of the field,
Looked up to the stars and wildly.

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