Luyện nghe bài hát Impossible Things #2

So there was this boy and girl
And never met
They'd never spoken to each
Or even each 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 hoped it be
One of the songs sent off somewhere

Coming back with good news
All that turned up,
Was a letter from his from school
gone 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 would get a every day

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And walked out
And on the edge of the sea there 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
Thought he should said
"Everywhere"
He only mumbled

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

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

All they could think of to talk
Was a tree in a garden on the other side of the
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 just walked on up the
Still talking the tree

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