Luyện nghe bài hát Suicide Underground

Everyone dated the demise of our neighborhood from the of the lisbon girls.
People saw their clairvoyance in the elms and harsh sunlight.
Some thought the torture tearing the lisbon pointed to a simple refusal to accept the world as it was handed down to them:
So of flaws.
But the only thing we are certain of after all years is the insufficiency of explanations.

"obviously doctor, you've never been a year-old girl."

The girls were 13, cecile, 14, lux, 15, bonnie, 16, mary, and 17, therese.
No one could understand how mrs. lisbon and mr. lisbon, a math teacher, had produced such creatures.

From that one, the lisbon house began to change.
Almost every day, and even when she wasn't an eye on cecilia,
Lux would suntan on her towel wearing a swimsuit that the knife-sharpener to give her a 15-minute demonstration for free.

The only reliable boy who got to know lux was trip
For only 18 months before the had emerged from baby fat
To the of girls and mothers alike.

But few anticipated it be so drastic.
The girls were pulled out of school, and mrs. shut the house for maximum security isolation.
The girls' only contact to the outside was through the catalogs
They ordered that started to fill the lisbon's mailbox with pictures of high-end and brochures for exotic vacations.
Unable to go anywhere, the girls in their imaginations:
To gold-tipped siamese temples or past an old man, the leaf broom tidying the [maw's] carpeted [speck] of (? ? ? ).
And cecelia died.she was a bride in calcutta.

Collecting everything we could of theirs, we couldn't get the lisbon out of our minds, but they were slipping away.
The colors of their eyes were fading, along with locations of moles and dimples.
From five, had become four, and they were all (the living and the dead), become shadows.
We would have lost them if the girls hadn't contacted us.

Lux was the to go.
Fleeing from the house, we forgot to at the garage.
the suicide free-for-all, mr. and mrs. lisbon gave up any attempt to lead a normal life.
They had mr. henry pack up the house, selling what furniture he could at a sale.
Everyone just to look.
Our parents did not buy used furniture, and they certainly didn't buy furniture by death.
We of course took the family photos that put out with the trash.
Mr. lisbon put the house on the market, and it was sold to a young couple boston.

It didn't matter in the end how old they had been, or that they girls,
But only that we had loved them, and they hadn't heard us call; still did not hear us,
Calling out of those rooms where they to be alone for all time, alone in suicide,
is deeper than death, and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together.