Luyện nghe bài hát Song of Being a Child

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

the child was a child
It didn't know it was a
Everything for it was filled with and all life was one
Saw the horizon without trying to it

Couldn't rush itself and on command
Was often bored and couldn't wait
Passed up greeting the
And only with its lips

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

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

Why did time and where does space end
Isn't I see and hear and smell
Just the appearance of the world in of the world
Isn't under the sun just a dream

Does evil exist in people
Who are evil, why can't it be that I who am
Wasn't I was and that sometime I, the I, I am
No longer be the I, I am

When the was a child
It gagged on spinach, on peas, on pudding
And on cauliflower
And now all of it and not just because it has to

When the child was a
It woke up once in a bed
And now time and time
Many people beautiful to it

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

And today in the face of it
Go for the ball, which today between its legs
With its I'm it came
Into the house which now is

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

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

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

Reach for the cherries in the
As elated as it still is
Was shy in front of and still is
It waited for the snow and still waits that way

the child was a child
It waited each day for the return of the loved one
And waits that way, when the child was a child
It hurled a like a lance into a tree
And still quivering there 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, the child, the child, 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 with a sense of wonder
Upon the highest hill, upon the hill
the child was a child, are you there, shss, 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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