Luyện nghe bài hát Song of Being a Child

When the was a child
It walked arms 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 life and all was one
Saw the horizon trying to reach it

Couldn't 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 opinion a thing, had no habits
sat crossed legged, took off running
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 following
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 hear and
Just the of the world in front of the world
Isn't life under the sun just a

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

When the was a child
It on spinach, on peas, on rice pudding
And on cauliflower
And now eats all of it and not just it has to

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

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

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

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

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

The fresh walnuts its tongue raw and still do
Atop each it craved
Yet a higher and in each city it craved
Yet a bigger city and does

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

When the child was a
It restlessly each day for the return of the loved one
And still waits that way, when the child was a
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,
the child, when 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 with a sense of wonder
Upon the highest hill, the highest hill
When the child was a child, are you there, 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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