Luyện nghe bài hát Simultaneous

So, the first time I saw him was at the annual festival
at the end of the plaza on, uh, Hill;
known as the Island of Misfits.
Um, like a mound of black leather
and Army surplus and boots,
and egg-white hairdos and Mohawks,
and second-generation Exploited and Minor Threat and Sex Pistols and stuff.
Basically a for the misunderstood punk-y, rock-y,
goth-y, types.
And uh, and there he was, like, in the middle of it all.
Um, oversize foam cowboy hat, and pink plastic
'R Us pistols, and a holster.
Off-white dashiki, uh, shirt and tattered bottom jeans.
Leathered feet. Raleigh finger stains.
And he was an within an island and I just
kind of had to more.
So, I, uh, I sat with him for hours to try and get a
on his insanity.
Every third was met with, you know,
an but unusual response, and, you know,
the exchange,
it kind of warranted continuing the conversation
he was, he was interesting.
Of the other two-thirds of my efforts were
dismissed while he in the constant flow of the festival
crowd all us:
the raging of multi-cultural music, art, food, families.
All of this with his Walkman at volume. I think it was
Foreigner through the headphones.
And I asked "Maybe, you know, you can turn that
so we can talk?" and he replied,
"Can you me?" and I said "Yes", and he said
"Well, then fine."
He never really pretended-not once-to be to organize
all this chaos was going on around us. He just
unapologetically which pieces to focus on.
Well, you know, a few hours we seemed to have kind
of our stride, found our rhythm.
Kinda into it and we're having these intermittent
conversations, flipping back and forth the chaos
and the focus.
And then kinda out of nowhere, he seemed to become
a little unsettled and disturbed, and I asked him was
wrong,
and he blurted out "Peanut, Paris and syrup" and then
he at me like I would know what that means.
And then he said, "you have any... do you any
batteries?" So basically his was running out of
power and he needed batteries.
So I could even turn and ask one of our fellow
punkers for some double-A's, he grabbed my with
hands, and then for the first time in the entire
conversation he gave me his complete and attention
present-and calmly said,
"We will never know world peace until people can
simultaneously look other straight in the eye."

Should the rise
Should the sky come down
Should the tremble beneath us
See our better blossom

Should the sun fire
Should Hell on Earth over
And our enemies hungry
See our better nature them

Should the sun rain
Should on Earth freeze over
When our enemies wait
See our better nature feed and them

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