Luyện nghe bài hát An Intimate Conversation

Kristin: there was a girl pike.
was different from the other kids in some ways.
She had huge yellow teeth which jutted out 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 the offensive food and fix
Herself a 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 ratty old
found in the garbage.
You couldn't tell they were and old, though
As she had covered them 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
group, given her idiosyncrasies.
was different.
Often, her mother would have fits,
When she could pike's strangeness no more,
Ranting about had she done wrong,'
And she could have raised her weird daughter differently,'
And 'why did her weird do this to her.'
These fits had no on the girl however,
Pike would place one hand aside each eye and stare directly ahead,
Sometimes lending a swift kick in her shin.
even the family dog, mike,
Seemed against her.
He was always her feet
And chasing her into rooms where she didn't to be.
But the last straw was the morning she woke to a of
shoes sitting by her bed.
Accustomed to these intrusions,
She stepped over them and for her ratty platforms.
They 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 no ratty platforms
Anywhere in the apartment, only a pile of glass
In front of the shattered living window.
And there on the sidewalk, four down,
Lay here tinfoil shoes in a tattered heap.
as she swept up the glass fragments,
Pike to leave.
was not a difficult decision,
Given that mike was biting at her heels and barking loudly.
She leapt over the and had just enough time to grab some
and some tape, before mike lunged.
Pike ran barefoot the elevator, panting.
It felt to leave.
She hated the apartment and stupid dog.
In fact, she the whole city.
But she her shoes,
And even her jutting teeth,
No matter how unpopular they at school.
walked barefoot out onto the street,
Barefoot 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 of pop-tarts and fish sticks.
On and on she walked, and soon to a stream.
On and on she through the stream,
Against the current, her platforms dangling her shoulder.
As gathered and night began to fall,
The sounds of enveloped her.
She caught of that for which she had been searching:
A big square filled with grass.
She knew what she had been born to do.
Calmly she stepped out of the and
Into her shoes and walked it.
She poured some right out of the packet, into the
Bowl and herself to it.
Slowly, she to the middle of the field,
up to the stars and masticated wildly.

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