Luyện nghe bài hát Song of Being a Child

When the was a child
It with 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 with life and all life was one
Saw the horizon without to reach it

Couldn't itself and think on command
Was often terribly and couldn't wait
up greeting the moments
And prayed only its lips

When the child was a
It didn't an opinion about a thing, had no habits
Often sat legged, took 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 and why not there

Why did time begin and does space end
Isn't I see and hear and smell
the appearance of the world in front 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 I was and that sometime I, the I, I am
No longer be the I, I am

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

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

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

And shudders in the face of it
Go for the ball, which today between its legs
With its I'm here it
Into the house which now is

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

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

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

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

When the was a child
It waited each day for the return of the loved one
And still waits way, when the child was a child
It hurled a stick a lance into a tree
And it's still 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, 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 onward with a of wonder
Upon the highest hill, upon the hill
the child 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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