Luyện nghe bài hát An Intimate Conversation

Kristin: there was a girl pike.
Pike was from the other kids in some ways.
She had yellow teeth which jutted out from her face,
Particularly she was angry and curled her lips back.
Her food was oatmeal, gummy and sticky and glue-like.
Actually, it was her food.
mother would try to feed her pop-tarts and fish sticks,
But pike would remove the offensive food and fix
Herself a bowl of oatmeal which she would strap her
Head scotch tape, and then walk around the house
While she ate, wildly.
manner of dress was odd.
She refused to any shoes,
But some ratty old
found in the garbage.
You couldn't tell they ratty and old, though
As she had covered them tinfoil
David: for these alone,
was ostracized at school.
The other picked on her,
Called her 'mary' and names,
her hair and stuff.
It was difficult for them to accept her the
group, given her idiosyncrasies.
was different.
Often, her mother would little fits,
When she could take strangeness no more,
Ranting about 'what had she wrong,'
And 'how she could raised her weird daughter differently,'
And 'why did her weird daughter do to her.'
fits had no effect on the girl however,
Pike would merely place one hand aside each eye and stare ahead,
Sometimes lending a swift kick in her shin.
Kristin: even the dog, mike,
determinedly against her.
He was always 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 these intrusions,
She stepped over them and reached for her platforms.
were gone.
At least they weren't she left them.
She called for her mother and inquired as to location,
But was no answer, and there were no ratty platforms
Anywhere in the apartment, only a of broken glass
In front of the shattered room window.
And on the sidewalk, four stories down,
Lay here special tinfoil in a tattered heap.
David: as she swept up the 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.
Pike ran barefoot the elevator, panting.
It felt to leave.
She hated the apartment and that dog.
In fact, she the whole city.
But she her shoes,
And even her jutting teeth,
No matter how unpopular were at school.
Pike barefoot out onto the street,
along the sidewalk,
Scooped up her shiny, platforms
And continued along the road.
as the noises of the city faded,
She a whole new world,
A lot of green, and room for sounds.
Cars drive so fast,
And children 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,
the current, her platforms dangling from her shoulder.
As dusk gathered and night to fall,
The sounds of enveloped her.
She caught sight of that for which she had been
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 know. I've never been-- I don't think I've ever--
Kristin: there are only a few. you just say one.
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