Luyện nghe bài hát Sounds Familiar

We from youth all wide-eyed like the rest
Shedding skin faster skin can grow
And armed hammers, feathers, blunt knives
to meet and to define and to, but you must know

The same games that we in dirt, in dusty school yards
found a higher pitch and broader scale than we feared possible
And must be picked last, and one must bruise and one must fail

And that twitching bird was so deceived by a window
So we fondly, we dug deep
And threw its elegant plumage and frantic eyes in a hole
And then rushed out to kill new, so we could bury that too

The first chapters of almost made us give up altogether
Pushed towards tired forms of self immolation that seemed so
I must, we must never stop the sky with our hands in our pockets
Stop peering in windows when we know are shut
Stop yelling small stories and bad and sorrows

And my voice will scratch to many more
But before I spill the things I to hide away
Or gouge my eyes with platitudes of
drown the urge for permanence and certainty
Crouch and scrawl my name with yours in wet cement