Luyện nghe bài hát Impossible Things #2

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

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

Coming back some good news
All that up, though
Was a letter from his from school
gone off to art-college in Dundee

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

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

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

And after a while, they to meet up in the world
Where people live, quite nervously
And only about a year
And would walk around just watching things
Laughing at that happened

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

They would both go to their own cities
And about how good their day had been
And say some of the things they said at the time
And the whole thing up

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

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

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

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

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

And at beach they built a town
Out of sand and
And the girl 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 want to my hand?"
And the said, "Take it where?"

And although he
Thought he should said
"Everywhere"
He just mumbled

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

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

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

And when they to the dry sand
They let go of each other's hand
just walked on up the beach
Still talking the tree

And they over the fence
And onto the pavement, quiet again
And as walked along the pavement
They to a pole
And one on either side
And they let go of their