Luyện nghe bài hát Song of Being a Child

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

the child was a child
It know it was a child
Everything for it was filled with and all life was one
Saw the without trying to reach it

rush itself and think on command
Was often terribly bored and wait
Passed up greeting the
And prayed only with its

When the was a child
It didn't an opinion about a thing, had no habits
sat crossed legged, took off running
Had a cow lick in its and didn't put on a face 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 and where does space end
what I see and hear and smell
Just the appearance of the in front of the world
Isn't life under the sun just a

Does actually exist in people
Who really are evil, why it be that I who am
before I was and that sometime I, the I, I am
No will be the I, I am

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

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

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

When the was a child, it played with enthusiasm
And now only with such former
Where its 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 its hand and still do

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

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

When the child was a
It restlessly each day for the return of the loved one
And still waits way, when the child was a child
It hurled a like a lance into a tree
And it's quivering 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 a sense of wonder
Upon the hill, upon the highest hill
When the was a child, are you there, shss, 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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