Luyện nghe bài hát Song of Being a Child

When the was a child
It walked arms hanging
the stream to be a river and the river 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 horizon without trying to it

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

the child was a child
It didn't have an about a thing, had no habits
Often sat crossed legged, 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 time of the questions
Why am I me and why not you
Why am I and why not there

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

Does evil actually 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 longer be the I, I am

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When the 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 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,
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 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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