Luyện nghe bài hát Song of Being a Child

When the was a child
It walked arms hanging
Wanted the to be a river and the river a torrent
And puddle, the sea

When the was a child
It know it was a child
Everything for it was filled life and all life was one
Saw the horizon trying to reach it

Couldn't rush and think on command
Was often terribly and couldn't wait
Passed up the moments
And only with its lips

the child was a child
It have an opinion about a thing, had no habits
sat crossed legged, took off running
Had a cow lick in its and didn't put on a face when photographed

When the was a child
It was the time of the following
Why am I me and why not you
Why am I and why not there

Why did begin and where does space end
Isn't what I see and and smell
Just the appearance of the world in of the world
Isn't life the sun just a dream

Does evil actually exist in
Who really are evil, why it be that I who am
Wasn't I was and that sometime I, the I, I am
No will be the I, I am

When the was a child
It on spinach, on peas, on rice pudding
And on steamed
And now eats all of it and not because it has to

When the child was a
It up once in a strange bed
And now time and again
Many seem beautiful to it

And now not so many and now only if lucky
It had a precise of paradise
And now can only vaguely conceive of it at
It couldn't nothingness

And today in the face of it
Go for the ball, which today rolls between its
With its I'm here it
the house which now is empty

When the child was a child, it played with
And now only such former concentration
Where its work is
the game, task, activity, subject happens to be its work

When the was a child
It was enough to live on apples and bread and still that way
When the child was a child fell
Only like berries into its and still do

The fresh walnuts made its raw and still do
Atop mountain it craved
Yet a higher and in each city it craved
Yet a city and still does

Reach for the in the treetop
As elated as it is today
Was shy in front of strangers and is
It waited for the first snow and still waits way

When the was a child
It waited restlessly each day for the return of the one
And still waits that way, when the was a child
It hurled a stick like a lance a tree
And it's still quivering today

The child, the was a child
Was a child, was a child, was a child, was a child, child, child,
When the child, when the child, the child
When the child, when the child, the child, child, child, child,

And on and on and on and on
And on and on and on and on
And on and on and on and on

And onward with a of wonder
Upon the highest hill, upon the hill
When the child was a child, are you there, shss,
Up on a highest hill when the child was a

Was a child, was a
Was a child, was a
Was a child, was a
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