Luyện nghe bài hát Simultaneous

So, the first I saw him was at the annual city festival
at the end of the plaza on, uh, Hill;
also known as the of Misfits.
Um, it's like a of black leather
and Army jackets and boots,
and spiky egg-white and Mohawks,
and second-generation and Minor Threat and Sex Pistols patches and stuff.
Basically a haven for the punk-y, rock-y,
goth-y, types.
And uh, and there he was, like, in the middle of it all.
Um, foam yellow cowboy hat, and pink plastic
'R Us pistols, and a holster.
Off-white dashiki, uh, shirt and bell bottom jeans.
Leathered feet. Raleigh finger stains.
And he was an island an island and I just
kind of had to more.
So, I, uh, I sat with him for to try and get a bearing
on his insanity.
Every inquiry was met with, you know,
an eloquent but response, and, you know,
the exchange,
it kind of warranted the conversation cause
he was, he was interesting.
Of course the other two-thirds of my efforts
dismissed while he in the constant flow of the festival
crowd all us:
the river of multi-cultural music, art, food, families.
All of this with his Walkman at volume. I think it was
playing through the headphones.
And I "Maybe, you know, maybe you can turn that
so we can talk?" and he replied,
"Can you hear me?" and I "Yes", and he said
"Well, then fine."
He really pretended-not once-to be able to organize
all this chaos that was on around us. He just
unapologetically which pieces to focus on.
Well, you know, after a few hours we seemed to kind
of found our stride, our rhythm.
Kinda settled into it and we're having intermittent
conversations, flipping and forth between the chaos
and the focus.
And then just kinda out of nowhere, he seemed to
a little unsettled and disturbed, and I asked him was
wrong,
and he blurted out "Peanut, Paris and syrup" and then
he looked at me like I 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 even turn and ask one of our fellow
punkers for double-A's, he grabbed my face with
both hands, and then for the first in the entire
conversation he gave me his complete focus and
present-and calmly said,
"We never know world peace until three people can
look 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 wait hungry
See our better feed them

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

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