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 a torrent
And puddle, the sea

When the was a child
It didn't it was a child
Everything for it was filled with and all life was one
Saw the without 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 with its

When the child was a
It didn't have an about a thing, had no habits
Often sat crossed legged, took off
Had a cow in its hair and didn't put on a face when photographed

When the was a child
It was the time of the following
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
Isn't under the sun just a dream

Does evil actually exist in
Who are evil, why can't it be that I who am
Wasn't before I was and that I, the I, I am
No will be the I, I am

When the child was a
It gagged on spinach, on peas, on rice
And on cauliflower
And now eats all of it and not just it has to

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

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

And today in the face of it
Go for the ball, which today rolls its legs
With its I'm here it
the house which now is empty

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

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

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

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

When the was a child
It waited restlessly day for the return of the loved one
And still that way, when the child was a child
It hurled a stick like a into a tree
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, 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, the highest hill
When the was a child, are you there, shss, 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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