Luyện nghe bài hát Simultaneous

So, the first time I saw him was at the city festival
at the end of the plaza on, uh, Punker
known as the Island of Misfits.
Um, it's like a of black leather
and Army jackets and boots,
and spiky egg-white and Mohawks,
and second-generation Exploited and Minor Threat and Sex patches and stuff.
Basically a haven for the punk-y, rock-y,
goth-y, types.
And uh, and he was, like, right in the middle of it all.
Um, oversize foam yellow cowboy hat, and pink
'R Us pistols, and a holster.
Off-white dashiki, uh, shirt and tattered bottom jeans.
Leathered feet. Raleigh finger stains.
And he was an island within an island and I
of had to know more.
So, I, uh, I sat him for hours to try and get a bearing
on his insanity.
Every third was met with, you know,
an eloquent but response, and, you know,
the exchange,
it kind of continuing the conversation cause
he was, he was interesting.
Of course the other two-thirds of my 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 playing the headphones.
And I asked "Maybe, you know, maybe you can turn
so we can talk?" and he replied,
"Can you me?" and I said "Yes", and he said
"Well, then fine."
He never really once-to be able to organize
all chaos that was going on around us. He just
unapologetically chose pieces to focus on.
Well, you know, after a few we seemed to have kind
of found our stride, our rhythm.
Kinda settled into it and we're having intermittent
conversations, flipping back and forth the chaos
and the focus.
And then just out of nowhere, he seemed to become
a little unsettled and disturbed, and I him what was
wrong,
and he blurted out "Peanut, Paris and syrup" and then
he looked at me I would know what that means.
And then he said, "you any... do you have any
batteries?" So basically his Walkman was out of
power and he needed batteries.
So before I could even turn and ask one of our
punkers for some double-A's, he grabbed my face
hands, and then for the first time in the entire
conversation he gave me his complete focus and
present-and calmly said,
"We will never know world peace until people can
simultaneously each other straight in the eye."

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

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

Should the sun fire
Should on Earth freeze over
When our wait hungry
See our nature feed and clone them

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