Luyện nghe bài hát Song of Being a Child

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

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

Couldn't rush and think on command
Was often terribly bored and couldn't
Passed up greeting the
And prayed 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 hair and didn't put on a face when

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

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

evil actually 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 longer be the I, I am

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

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

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

And shudders 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 with such former concentration
Where its work is
the game, task, activity, subject happens to be its work

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

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

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

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

The child, the was a child
Was a child, was a child, was a child, was a child, child, child,
the child, when the child, when 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 onward with a sense of
Upon the highest hill, upon the hill
the child was a child, are you there, shss, shss
Up on a highest hill when the was a child

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