Luyện nghe bài hát Song of Being a Child

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

When the child was a
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 terribly bored and couldn't wait
Passed up greeting the
And prayed only its lips

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

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 time and where 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 actually 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 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 up once in a strange bed
And now and time again
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 in the face of it
Go for the ball, which today 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 with such former concentration
its work is concerned
When the game, task, activity, subject happens to be its

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

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

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

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

The child, the child was a
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, upon the 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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