Luyện nghe bài hát Song of Being a Child

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

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

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

When the child was a
It didn't have an opinion about a thing, had no
Often sat legged, took 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
Isn't what I see and and smell
Just the of the world in front of the world
life under the sun just a dream

Does evil actually in people
Who are evil, why can't 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The walnuts made its tongue 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 in the treetop
As as it still is today
Was shy in front of 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 return of the one
And still waits that way, the child was a child
It hurled a stick like a 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, the child, when the child
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 with a sense of wonder
Upon the highest hill, the highest hill
When the was a child, are you there, shss, shss
Up on a hill 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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