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.
thought the torture tearing the lisbon girls pointed to a simple refusal to accept the world as it was handed down to them:
So of flaws.
But the only we are certain of after all these 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 such beautiful creatures.

From time one, the lisbon house began to change.
every day, and even when she wasn't keeping an eye on cecilia,
Lux suntan on her towel wearing a swimsuit that caused 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 suicides had emerged baby fat
To the of girls and mothers alike.

But few it would be so drastic.
The girls were out of school, and mrs. lisbon shut the house for maximum security isolation.
The girls' only contact to the outside world was the catalogs
They ordered that started to fill the lisbon's mailbox pictures of high-end fashions 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] [speck] of japan (? ? ? ).
And cecelia hadn't died.she was a in calcutta.

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

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

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