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 favorite food was oatmeal, gummy and and glue-like.
Actually, it was her food.
Pike's would try to feed her pop-tarts and fish sticks,
But would calmly remove the offensive food and fix
Herself a of oatmeal which 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 to wear any shoes,
But some ratty old
found in the garbage.
You couldn't they were ratty and old, though
As she had covered them with
David: for these alone,
Pike was at school.
The children picked 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 mother would little fits,
When she could take strangeness no more,
Ranting about had she done wrong,'
And 'how she have raised her weird daughter differently,'
And did her weird daughter do this to her.'
fits had no effect on the girl however,
Pike merely place one hand aside each eye and stare directly ahead,
lending a swift kick in her mother's 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 was the morning she woke to a pair of
shoes sitting by her bed.
Accustomed to these intrusions,
She stepped them and reached for her ratty platforms.
They 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 glass
In of the shattered living room window.
And there on the sidewalk, stories down,
Lay here special tinfoil shoes in a heap.
David: as she swept up the fragments,
decided to leave.
This was not a decision,
Given mike was biting at her heels and barking very loudly.
She over the mongrel and had just enough time to grab 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 hated the city.
But she her shoes,
And her yellow jutting teeth,
No matter how unpopular were at school.
Pike walked out onto the street,
along the sidewalk,
Scooped up her shiny, platforms
And continued along the road.
Kristin: as the of the city faded,
She a whole new world,
A lot of green, and room for sounds.
Cars didn't so fast,
And children happily.
They didn't seem to be full of and fish sticks.
On and on she walked, and came 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 of that for which she had been searching:
A big square entirely filled grass.
She then knew what she had born to do.
she stepped out of the stream and
Into her shoes and towards it.
She poured some right out of the packet, into the
and taped herself to it.
Slowly, she to the middle of the field,
Looked up to the and masticated wildly.

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