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, Hill;
also as the Island of Misfits.
Um, it's a mound of black leather
and Army surplus and boots,
and spiky hairdos and Mohawks,
and second-generation Exploited and Minor and Sex Pistols patches and stuff.
a haven 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 yellow cowboy hat, and pink
'R Us pistols, and a holster.
Off-white dashiki, uh, shirt and tattered bottom jeans.
Leathered feet. Raleigh cigarette stains.
And he was an island within an island and I
kind of had to more.
So, I, uh, I sat him for hours to try and get a bearing
on his insanity.
third inquiry was met with, you know,
an but unusual response, and, you know,
the exchange,
it kind of continuing the conversation cause
he was, he was interesting.
Of course the two-thirds of my efforts were
dismissed while he took in the constant of the festival
all around us:
the raging river of music, art, food, families.
All of this with his at full volume. I think it was
Foreigner 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, it's fine."
He never really pretended-not be able to organize
all this chaos that was going on us. He just
chose which pieces to focus on.
Well, you know, after a few 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 between the
and the focus.
And then kinda out of nowhere, he seemed to become
a little and disturbed, and I asked him what was
wrong,
and he just blurted out "Peanut, Paris and syrup" and
he looked at me like I would know that means.
And then he said, "you any... do you have any
batteries?" So his Walkman was running out of
power and he needed batteries.
So before I could turn and ask one of our fellow
for some double-A's, he grabbed my face with
both hands, and then for the first time in the
conversation he gave me his complete and attention
present-and calmly said,
"We will never world peace until three people can
simultaneously each other straight in the eye."

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

Should the sun rain
Should on Earth freeze over
And our enemies hungry
See our nature feed them

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

Find a way through, around or (x7)