Luyện nghe bài hát Song of Being a Child

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

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

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

When the child was a
It was the time of the following
Why am I me and why not you
Why am I here and why not

Why did time begin and where does end
Isn't what I see and hear and
the appearance of the world in front of the world
Isn't life under the sun a dream

Does evil actually in people
Who really are evil, why 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 child was a
It on spinach, on peas, on rice pudding
And on steamed
And now eats all of it and not just it has to

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

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

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

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

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

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

When the was a child
It waited restlessly 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 into a
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, 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 hill, upon the highest 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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