Luyện nghe bài hát Impossible Things #2

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

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

Coming back with good news
All that turned up,
Was a from his friend from school
Who'd off to art-college in Dundee

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

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

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

And after a while, they began to meet up in the
other people live, quite nervously
And only about once a
And would walk around just watching things
Laughing at stuff happened

They didn't talk too
They'd already
Most of they had to say in letters
And they shy
And at the end of rare days

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

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

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

On which to dream themselves
They decided to celebrate
have another one of their rare days
And for it they would go to a

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

And so went
And they could talk a bit more by then
They talk okay
And they spent some
In the arcade at one

And at another beach they built a
Out of sand and
And the girl drew out a on the wet sand
A she'd been trying to solve
In a the night before

And they out
And on the edge of the sea there for a while
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 although he
Thought he should said
"Everywhere"
He only mumbled

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

And for a bit they in silence
And in more than a thousand letters
They had talked of the and of rivers and of love
And woven a dreams

All they could think of to talk
Was a tree in a garden on the side of the road
How it was and how out of place it looked

And when they to the dry sand
They didn't let go of each hand
They just walked on up the
talking about the tree

And they stepped over the
And onto the pavement, falling again
And as they along the pavement
They came to a
And one on either side
And they let go of their