Luyện nghe bài hát Song of Being a Child

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

When the was a child
It didn't it was a child
Everything for it was with life and all life was one
Saw the horizon without trying to it

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

When the was a child
It didn't have an opinion 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 when

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

Does evil exist in people
Who are evil, why can't it be that I who am
Wasn't before I was and sometime 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 was a child
It up once in a strange bed
And now and time again
Many people seem to it

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

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

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

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

The walnuts made its tongue raw and still do
Atop mountain it craved
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 still is
Was shy in front of and still is
It waited for the first and still waits that way

the child was a child
It restlessly each day for the return of the loved one
And still waits that way, when the child was a
It hurled a stick like a lance into a
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,
the child, when the child, when the child
When the child, when the child, the 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 sense of
the highest hill, upon the highest 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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