Luyện nghe bài hát Song of Being a Child

When the child was a
It with arms hanging
Wanted the stream to be a river and the 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 and think on command
Was often bored and couldn't wait
Passed up the moments
And prayed with its lips

When the child was a
It didn't have an opinion about a thing, had no
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 of the following questions
Why am I me and why not you
Why am I and why not there

Why did time begin and does space end
Isn't what I see and hear and
Just the appearance of the world in of the world
Isn't under the sun just a dream

Does actually exist 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 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

the child was a child
It woke up once in a bed
And now time and again
Many people seem 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 here it
Into the which now is empty

the child was a child, it played with enthusiasm
And now only with such former
Where its is concerned
When the game, task, activity, subject 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 child was a child berries
Only like berries into its hand and do

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

for the cherries in the treetop
As elated as it is today
Was shy in front of 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 waits that way, the child was a child
It hurled a stick like a lance 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,
When the child, when the child, when the
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 child was a child, are you there, shss,
Up on a highest hill the child was a child

Was a child, was a
Was a child, was a
Was a child, was a
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