Luyện nghe bài hát Impossible Things #2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

On which to dream together
They decided that to
They'd have one of their rare days
And for it they go to a beach

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

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

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

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

And he afterwards
he should have said
"Everywhere"
He only just

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

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

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

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

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