Luyện nghe bài hát Song of Being a Child

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

the child was a child
It know it was a child
Everything for it was filled with and all life was one
Saw the horizon without to reach it

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

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

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

Why did time begin and where space end
Isn't what I see and and smell
the appearance of the world in front of the world
Isn't life under the sun just a

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The fresh walnuts made its raw and still do
each mountain 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 of strangers and still is
It for the first snow and still waits that way

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

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, when the
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
the highest hill, upon the highest 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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