Luyện nghe bài hát Impossible Things #2

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

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

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

But the had another 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 time
One of them would get a every day

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And walked out
And stood on the edge of the sea for a while
And when they turned to walk back to the road
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 up the beach 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 a thousand letters
They had talked of the stars and of rivers and of
And a hundred dreams

All they could think of to talk
Was a tree in a on the other side of the road
How it was and how out of place it looked

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

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