Luyện nghe bài hát An Intimate Conversation

Kristin: there was a girl pike.
Pike was different from the kids in some ways.
She had huge yellow teeth jutted out from her face,
Particularly she was angry and curled her lips back.
Her favorite was oatmeal, gummy 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 remove the food and fix
a bowl of oatmeal which she would strap onto her
Head with scotch tape, and then around the house
she ate, masticating 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 were ratty and old,
As she had covered with tinfoil
David: for these alone,
Pike was at school.
The other children on her,
Called her and other names,
Pulled her and stuff.
It was for them to accept her into the
Peer group, her idiosyncrasies.
was different.
Often, her mother would have fits,
she could take pike's strangeness no more,
Ranting about 'what had she wrong,'
And 'how she could have raised her weird differently,'
And 'why did her weird daughter do to her.'
fits had no effect on the girl however,
Pike would place one hand aside each eye and stare directly ahead,
Sometimes lending a swift kick in her shin.
Kristin: the family dog, mike,
determinedly against her.
He was nipping 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 minor intrusions,
She stepped them and reached for her ratty platforms.
were gone.
At least they weren't she left them.
She called for her mother and as to their location,
But there was no answer, and there were no ratty
Anywhere in the apartment, only a of broken glass
In front of the 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,
Pike to leave.
This was not a decision,
Given mike was biting at her heels and barking very loudly.
She leapt over the mongrel and had just enough time to grab
and some tape, before mike lunged.
Pike ran into the elevator, panting.
It felt to leave.
She hated the apartment and that dog.
In fact, she hated the city.
But she her shoes,
And her yellow jutting teeth,
No how unpopular they were at school.
Pike walked out onto the street,
Barefoot the sidewalk,
Scooped up her shiny, platforms
And continued along the road.
Kristin: as the noises of the faded,
She discovered a new world,
A lot of green, and for bird sounds.
Cars didn't so fast,
And children happily.
They didn't seem to be full of pop-tarts and 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 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.
she stepped out of the stream and
Into her shoes and walked it.
She poured some oats right out of the packet, the
Bowl and taped to it.
Slowly, she walked to the of the field,
up to the stars and masticated wildly.

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