Luyện nghe bài hát Suicide Underground

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

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

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

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

The only reliable boy who got to know lux was trip
For only 18 months before the suicides had emerged 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. lisbon the house for maximum security isolation.
The girls' only contact to the outside was through the catalogs
ordered that started to fill the lisbon's mailbox with pictures of high-end fashions and brochures for exotic vacations.
Unable to go anywhere, the girls traveled in imaginations:
To gold-tipped siamese temples or past an old man, the broom tidying the [maw's] carpeted [speck] of japan (? ? ? ).
And cecelia hadn't died.she was a in calcutta.

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

Lux was the to go.
Fleeing from the house, we to stop at the garage.
After the free-for-all, mr. and mrs. lisbon gave up any attempt to lead a normal life.
had mr. henry pack up the house, selling what furniture he could at a garage 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 were put out with the trash.
Mr. lisbon put the house on the market, and it was sold to a couple from boston.

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