Luyện nghe bài hát Impossible Things #2

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

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

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

But the letter had letter inside it
In envelope
And that was the letter 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 wrote everything
About themselves and about the
And they wrote own world
And lit the whole thing up

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And walked out
And stood on the 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 have said
"Everywhere"
He only mumbled

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

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

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

And when they came to the dry
They didn't let go of each other's
They walked on up the beach
Still about the tree

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