Luyện nghe bài hát An Intimate Conversation

Kristin: there was a named pike.
Pike was different from the other in some ways.
She had huge yellow teeth which out from her face,
when 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 calmly remove the offensive food and fix
Herself a bowl of oatmeal which she would onto her
Head with scotch tape, and walk around the house
While she ate, wildly.
manner of dress was odd.
She to wear any shoes,
But ratty old platforms
She'd in the garbage.
You couldn't tell were ratty and old, though
As she had them with tinfoil
David: for these alone,
was ostracized at school.
The children picked on her,
her 'mary' 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 have little fits,
When she could take pike's no more,
Ranting about had she done wrong,'
And 'how she could have raised her weird differently,'
And 'why did her daughter do this to her.'
fits had no effect on the girl however,
Pike would merely place one hand aside eye and stare directly ahead,
Sometimes lending a swift in her mother's shin.
even the family dog, mike,
Seemed determinedly her.
He was nipping her feet
And chasing her rooms where she didn't want to be.
But the last was the morning she woke to a pair of
Aerobic sitting by her bed.
Accustomed to these intrusions,
She stepped over 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 there was no answer, and there no ratty platforms
Anywhere in the apartment, only a pile of glass
In front of the living room window.
And there on the sidewalk, four 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 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 into the elevator, panting.
It good to leave.
She hated the apartment and that dog.
In fact, she the whole city.
But she her shoes,
And even her yellow teeth,
No matter how unpopular they at school.
Pike barefoot out onto the street,
Barefoot 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 drive so fast,
And played happily.
They didn't seem to be full of pop-tarts and sticks.
On and on she walked, and soon to a stream.
On and on she through the stream,
Against the current, her dangling from her shoulder.
As dusk gathered and began to fall,
The of greenness enveloped her.
She caught sight of that for which she had been
A big square entirely with grass.
She then knew what she had born to do.
Calmly she stepped out of the and
Into her shoes and towards it.
She some oats right out of the packet, into the
Bowl and taped to it.
Slowly, she to the middle of the field,
Looked up to the stars and wildly.

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