Luyện nghe bài hát My Sister

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

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

She went blind at the age of five. We'd stand at the bedroom window and
Get me to her what I saw. I'd describe 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. stand there quiet for a moment. I
Thought she was trying to the images in her own head. Then she'd say

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

On her thirteenth birthday she down the well in our Aunt's garden and
Broke her head. She'd been heavily. On her recovery her sight
Returned, a fluke of nature said. That's when she said she'd never
Blink again. I would her when she started at me, with her eyes wide and
Watery, that they reminded me of the well she fell into. She this, it
Made her

She moved in with a gym teacher she was fifteen, all muscles he was. He
Lost his job when it all came out, and couldn't get one. Not in that
Kind of small town. Everybody knew else's business. My sister would
Hold her head high, though. She said she was in love. They were for
Five years one day he lost his temper. He hit over the back of the neck
his bullworker. She lost the use of the right side of her body. He got
Three years and was out in fifteen months. We saw him a later, he was
Coaching a non-league football team in a Cornwall seaside town. I don't
He her. My sister 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 wrestling matches, I'd have to use arms and
still beat 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 wanted a cheap so
The worms could get to her quickly. She said she the idea of it, though I
Thought it was of what happened to the cat, and our mum