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 river a
And puddle, the sea

the child was a child
It didn't know it was a
for it was filled with life and all life was one
Saw the horizon trying to reach it

rush itself and think on command
Was often terribly and couldn't wait
Passed up the moments
And prayed only with its

When the child was a
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 when photographed

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

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

Does actually exist in people
Who really are evil, why can't it be 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 gagged on spinach, on peas, on pudding
And on cauliflower
And now eats all of it and not because it has to

When the child was a
It woke up in a strange bed
And now time and time
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 conceive of it at best
It imagine nothingness

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

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

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

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

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

When the was a child
It waited restlessly each day for the return of the one
And still that way, when 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,
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 onward a sense of wonder
Upon the highest hill, upon the highest
When the child was a child, are you there, shss,
Up on a highest hill when the was a child

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