Luyện nghe bài hát Song of Being a Child

When the child was a
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 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 itself and think on command
Was often terribly bored and couldn't
up greeting the moments
And only with its lips

When the 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 here and why not

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

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

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

And now not so many and now only if it's
It had a precise picture of
And now can vaguely 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 here it
Into the which now is empty

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

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

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

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

When the child was a
It waited restlessly each day for the return of the one
And still that way, when the child was a child
It hurled a stick like a lance into a
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, when the
the child, when 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 of wonder
Upon the highest hill, upon the hill
the child was a child, are you there, shss, shss
Up on a highest when the child was a child

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