Luyện nghe bài hát An Intimate Conversation

Kristin: there was a named pike.
Pike was different the other kids in some ways.
She had huge yellow teeth jutted out from her face,
Particularly when she was angry and curled her back.
Her favorite was oatmeal, gummy and sticky and glue-like.
Actually, it was her food.
Pike's mother would try to feed her pop-tarts and sticks,
But pike would calmly the offensive food and fix
Herself a bowl of oatmeal she would strap onto her
Head with scotch tape, and walk around the house
While she ate, wildly.
Pike's manner of was odd.
She to wear any shoes,
But some old platforms
found in the garbage.
You tell they were ratty and old, though
As she had them with tinfoil
David: for these alone,
was ostracized at school.
The children 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 have little fits,
When she could take pike's 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 effect on the however,
Pike would place one hand aside each eye and stare directly ahead,
Sometimes lending a kick in her mother's shin.
even the family dog, mike,
Seemed determinedly her.
He was always nipping her
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 minor intrusions,
She stepped them and reached for her ratty platforms.
They gone.
At least they where 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 pile of glass
In of the shattered living room window.
And there on the sidewalk, stories down,
Lay here tinfoil shoes in a tattered heap.
David: as she up the glass fragments,
decided to leave.
This was not a decision,
Given that mike was at her heels and barking very loudly.
She over the mongrel and had just enough time to grab some
and some tape, before mike lunged.
Pike ran barefoot the elevator, panting.
It good to leave.
She hated the apartment and stupid 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 barefoot out the street,
along the sidewalk,
Scooped up her shiny, platforms
And barefoot along the road.
Kristin: as the of the city faded,
She a whole new world,
A lot of green, and for bird sounds.
Cars didn't so fast,
And children happily.
They didn't to be full of pop-tarts and fish sticks.
On and on she walked, and came to a stream.
On and on she through the stream,
Against the current, her platforms from her shoulder.
As dusk gathered and night to fall,
The of greenness enveloped her.
She caught sight of that for she had been searching:
A big square entirely with grass.
She knew what she had been born to do.
Calmly she out of the stream and
Into her shoes and walked it.
She poured oats right out of the packet, into the
and taped herself 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 been-- I think I've ever--
Kristin: there are only a few. you could say one.
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