Luyện nghe bài hát My Sister

Do you remember my How many mistakes did she make with those never
Blinking eyes? I couldn't work it out. I swear she could read mind, your
Life, the depths of your at one glance. Maybe she was stripping herself
Away,

Here I am, is me
I am yours and everything me, everything you see
If you look hard enough
I never
Our was a pillow-fight. We'd stand there on the quilt, our hands clenched
Ready. Her with her milky teeth, so for her age, and a Stanley knife in
Her hand. She sliced the tyres on my and I couldn't forgive her

She went at the age of five. We'd stand at the bedroom window and she'd
Get me to tell her what I saw. I'd the houses opposite, the little
Patch of grass next to the path, the gate with its rotten hinges wedged
Open that Dad was always going to fix. She'd there quiet for a moment. I
she was trying to develop the images in her own head. Then she'd say

I can see little stars
Like Christmas lights in faraway windows
Rings of brightly coloured
Floating around and mustard planets
I can see huge striped fishes
Chasing tiny blue and yellow
All and fins and bubbles
I'd look at the house opposite, and close the curtains
She burned down the house when she was ten. I was camping with the scouts
The said she'd been smoking in bed - the old story, I thought. The cat
And our mum died in the flames, so Dad us to stay with our Aunt in the
Country. He back to London to find us a new house. We never saw him again

On her thirteenth birthday she fell down the well in our garden and
Broke her head. been drinking heavily. On her recovery her sight
Returned, a fluke of nature everyone said. That's when she said she'd
Blink again. I would her when she started at me, with her eyes wide and
Watery, that they me of the well she fell into. She liked this, it
her laugh

She moved in with a gym teacher she was fifteen, all muscles he was. He
Lost his job when it all out, and couldn't get another one. Not in that
Kind of small town. knew everyone else's business. My sister would
Hold her head high, though. She said she was in love. They together for
Five years one day he lost his temper. He hit over the back of the neck
With his bullworker. She lost the use of the side of her body. He got
years and was out in fifteen months. We saw him a while later, he was
Coaching a non-league football team in a seaside town. I don't think
He recognized her. My had put on a lot of weight from being in a chair
All the time. She'd get me to stick pins and stub out in her right
Hand. She'd laugh like mad because it didn't hurt. Her hand was pretty
Good though. We'd have arm matches, I'd have to use both arms and
She'd still me

We buried her she was 32. Me and my Aunt, the vicar, and the man who dug
The hole. She said she didn't want to be cremated and a cheap coffin so
The worms could get to her quickly. She she liked the idea of it, though I
Thought it was because of what to the cat, and our mum