Luyện nghe bài hát Song of Being a Child

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

the child was a child
It didn't it was a child
Everything for it was filled with and all life was one
Saw the horizon trying to reach it

rush itself and think on command
Was often terribly and couldn't wait
Passed up the moments
And only with its lips

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

the child 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 begin and where does space end
Isn't what I see and hear and
Just the appearance of the world in of the world
Isn't life under the sun just a

Does actually 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 will be the I, I am

the child was a child
It gagged on spinach, on peas, on rice
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 and time again
Many people seem to it

And now not so and now only 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 in the face of it
Go for the ball, which today between its legs
With its I'm here it
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, happens to be its work

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

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

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

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

The child, the child was a
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 with a sense of wonder
the highest hill, upon the highest hill
When the child was a child, are you there, 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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