Luyện nghe bài hát Suicide Underground

Everyone dated the demise of our from 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 girls 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 that time one, the lisbon house to change.
Almost day, and even when she wasn't keeping an eye on cecilia,
Lux would 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 fontaine
For only 18 months the suicides had emerged from baby fat
To the delight of and mothers alike.

But few anticipated it be so drastic.
The girls were out of school, and mrs. lisbon shut the house for maximum security isolation.
The girls' only to the outside world was through the catalogs
They ordered that started to fill the lisbon's mailbox with pictures of high-end fashions and 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 carpeted [speck] of japan (? ? ? ).
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 eyes were fading, along with exact locations of moles and dimples.
From five, they had become four, and they were all (the and the dead), become shadows.
We would have lost them completely if the girls hadn't us.

Lux was the to go.
Fleeing from the house, we to stop at the garage.
After the suicide free-for-all, mr. and mrs. lisbon gave up any attempt to lead a life.
They had mr. pack up the house, selling what furniture he could at a garage sale.
Everyone just to look.
Our did not buy used furniture, and they certainly didn't buy furniture tainted 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 were girls,
But only that we had them, and that they hadn't heard us call; still did not hear us,
out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time, alone in suicide,
Which is deeper than death, and where we will never find the to put them back together.