Luyện nghe bài hát Impossible Things #2

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

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

back with some good news
All that turned up,
Was a letter from his friend from
Who'd gone off to art-college in

But the letter had letter inside it
In another
And that was the from 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 their own
And they lit the thing up

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

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

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

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

And how the world was coming into their
And they going till they realized
been writing for seven years
And because they had once written a beach

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

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

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

And at another beach they a town
Out of and shells
And the girl drew out a puzzle on the wet
A puzzle she'd trying to solve
In a dream the night

And walked out
And stood on the edge of the sea there for a
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 he afterwards
Thought he should have
"Everywhere"
He just mumbled

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

And for a bit walked in silence
And although in than a thousand letters
They had talked of the stars and of rivers and of
And woven a 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 came to the dry sand
They didn't let go of each other's
just walked on up the beach
Still talking about the

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