Luyện nghe bài hát Song of Being a Child

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

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

Couldn't rush itself and on command
Was terribly bored and couldn't wait
Passed up greeting the
And only with its lips

When the was a child
It didn't have an opinion about a thing, had no
Often sat crossed legged, off running
Had a cow lick in its hair and didn't put on a face 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
Isn't what I see and hear and
Just the appearance of the world in of the world
Isn't life the sun just a dream

Does evil actually exist in
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 pudding
And on cauliflower
And now eats all of it and not because it has to

When the was a child
It woke up in a strange bed
And now and time again
Many people seem to it

And now not so many and now if it's lucky
It had a precise of paradise
And now can only vaguely conceive of it at
It imagine nothingness

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

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

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

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

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

When the was a child
It waited restlessly day for the return of the loved one
And still waits way, when the child was a child
It hurled a like a lance into a tree
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, the child, when the child
When the child, when the child, the 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 a sense of wonder
Upon the highest hill, upon the highest
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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