Luyện nghe bài hát Impossible Things #2

So there was boy and this girl
And they'd met
never spoken to each other
Or seen each other
But one day the wrote a letter to the boy

The boy was lying in bed one
When the arrived
He the postman, and he hoped it might be
One of the he'd sent off somewhere

Coming back with some good
All turned up, though
Was a letter from his from school
Who'd gone off to in Dundee

But the letter had another letter it
In envelope
And that was the letter from the

And they began to write to other a lot
The boy and the
And for a long
One of them would get a letter day

They wrote about
About themselves and about the
And they wrote own world
And lit the whole thing up

And after a while, they began to up in the world
Where other live, quite nervously
And only about once a
And they would walk around just watching
at stuff that happened

They talk too much
They'd said
Most of what had to say in letters
And they shy
And at the end of those days

They would go back to their own cities
And write about how good their day had
And say some of the things hadn't said at the time
And the whole thing up

And life began to happen to them
Their separate lives in their cities
But although they wrote a less often
wrote still just as long, about their lives

And how the world was coming into their
And they kept going till they
They'd writing for seven years
And because they had once written themselves a

On which to themselves together
They decided that to
They'd have another one of their days
And for it they would go to a

And in his last letter before went the boy wrote
"It'll be and if you want
You can my bony hand along the shore"

And so they
And could talk a little bit more by then
could talk okay
And they some money
In the at one beach

And at another beach they a town
Out of sand and
And the drew out a puzzle on the wet sand
A puzzle she'd been to solve
In a dream the night

And they out
And stood on the edge of the sea there for a
And when turned around to walk back to the road
The boy said, "Do you to take my hand?"
And the said, "Take it where?"

And he afterwards
Thought he should have
"Everywhere"
He just mumbled

"My hand's very cold," the said as he took it
And as they walked up the the boy said
"We only have to do this until we reach the dry
we can stop"

And for a bit walked in silence
And although in more a thousand letters
They had talked of the stars and of and of love
And a hundred dreams

All they could think of to about
Was a tree in a garden on the other side of the
How tall it was and how out of it looked

And they came to the dry sand
didn't let go of each other's hand
They just on up the beach
Still talking the tree

And they stepped over the
And onto the pavement, falling quiet
And as they walked the pavement
came to a pole
And one on either side
And they let go of hands