Luyện nghe bài hát Song of Being a Child

When the was a child
It with arms hanging
the stream to be a river 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 think on
Was often terribly bored and couldn't
Passed up the moments
And prayed only its lips

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

When the child was a
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 and where does space end
what I see and hear and smell
Just the appearance of the world in front of the
Isn't under the sun just a dream

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

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

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

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

When the child was a child, it played enthusiasm
And now with such former concentration
its work is concerned
When the game, task, activity, subject 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 was a child 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 mountain and in each city it craved
Yet a bigger and still does

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

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

The child, the child was a
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 highest
When the child was a child, are you there, 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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