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 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 thing we are certain of after all years is the insufficiency of explanations.

"obviously doctor, you've never been a thirteen girl."

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

From time one, the lisbon house began to change.
Almost every day, and even 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 the suicides had emerged from baby fat
To the of girls and mothers alike.

But few it would be so drastic.
The girls pulled 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 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 leaf broom tidying the [maw's] [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 were fading, with exact locations of moles and dimples.
From five, they had become four, and they all (the living and the dead), become shadows.
We would have lost them completely if the girls hadn't us.

Lux was the to go.
Fleeing the house, we forgot to stop 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 furniture he could at a garage sale.
Everyone went 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 were put out 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 that they girls,
But only that we had loved them, and that they 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 we will never find the pieces to put them back together.