Luyện nghe bài hát Impossible Things #2

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

The boy was lying in bed one
the letter arrived
He heard the postman, and he hoped it be
One of the songs he'd off somewhere

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

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

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

They about everything
About themselves and the world
And they wrote 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 a year
And they would around just watching things
Laughing at stuff that

didn't talk too much
They'd said
of what they had to say in letters
And were shy
And at the end of those days

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

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

And how the world was into their world
And they kept till they realized
They'd been for seven years
And because they had written themselves a beach

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

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

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

And at another they built a town
Out of sand and
And the girl drew out a puzzle on the wet
A puzzle been trying to solve
In a dream the before

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

And although he
Thought he should have
"Everywhere"
He only mumbled

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

And for a bit they walked in
And although in more than a letters
They had of the stars and of rivers and of love
And woven a hundred

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 walked on up the beach
talking about the tree

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