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 life and all life was one
Saw the without trying to reach it

Couldn't rush itself and on command
Was often terribly bored and wait
up greeting the moments
And prayed with its lips

When the was a child
It didn't an opinion about a thing, had no habits
Often sat crossed legged, off running
Had a cow in its hair and didn't 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 begin and where space end
Isn't I see and hear and smell
Just the appearance of the world in front of the
Isn't life under the sun a dream

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

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

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

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

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

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

When the child was a
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 tongue raw and do
Atop each it craved
Yet a higher and in each city it craved
Yet a bigger city and does

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

the child was a child
It restlessly each day for the return of the loved one
And still waits way, when the child was a child
It hurled a stick like a 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 hill, upon the highest hill
the child was a child, are you there, shss, shss
Up on a highest hill the child was a child

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