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
Everything for it was filled life and all life was one
Saw the horizon without to reach it

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

the child was a child
It have an opinion about a thing, had no habits
Often sat crossed legged, 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 begin and where does space end
Isn't what I see and hear and
Just the appearance of the in front of the world
Isn't life under the sun just a

Does evil actually exist in
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 child was a
It gagged on spinach, on peas, on pudding
And on steamed
And now eats all of it and not just it has to

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the child was a child
It waited each day for the return of the loved one
And still waits that way, the child was a child
It hurled a stick a lance into a tree
And it's still quivering 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, 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
the highest hill, upon the highest hill
When the child was a child, are you there, shss,
Up on a highest hill the child was a child

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