Luyện nghe bài hát Song of Being a Child

When the child was a
It with arms hanging
Wanted the stream to be a and the river a torrent
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 without trying to reach it

Couldn't itself and think on command
Was often terribly bored and wait
Passed up greeting the
And prayed only with its

the child was a child
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 put on a face when photographed

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

Does evil exist in people
Who really are evil, why can't it be I who am
Wasn't I was and that 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 child was a
It woke up in a strange bed
And now time and time
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 nothingness

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 now is empty

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

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

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

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

the child was a child
It waited each day for the return of the loved one
And still that way, when the child was a child
It hurled a stick 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, 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 with a of wonder
Upon the highest hill, upon the highest
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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