Luyện nghe bài hát Impossible Things #2

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

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

Coming back with some good
All that turned up,
Was a from his friend from school
Who'd gone off to in Dundee

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

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

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

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

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

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 light the thing up

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And for a bit walked in silence
And although in than a thousand letters
had talked of the stars 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 other of the road
How tall it was and how out of it looked

And when they to the dry sand
They didn't let go of each other's
They just on up the beach
Still talking about the

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