Luyện nghe bài hát Song of Being a Child

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

the child was a child
It know it was a child
for it was filled with life and all life was one
Saw the horizon trying to reach it

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

When the was a child
It have 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

When the child was a
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 begin and where does end
Isn't what I see and and smell
Just the of the world in front of the world
life under the sun just a dream

Does evil actually exist in
Who really are evil, why can't it be I who am
Wasn't before I was and sometime 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 cauliflower
And now eats all of it and not just it has to

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

And now not so many and now if it's lucky
It had a precise picture of
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
the house which now is empty

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

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

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

the child was a child
It restlessly each day for the return of the loved one
And still waits that way, the child was a child
It a stick like a lance into a tree
And it's still quivering today

The child, the child was a
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
When the child was a child, are you there, shss,
Up on a highest 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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