Luyện nghe bài hát Suicide Underground

Everyone the demise of our neighborhood from the suicide of the lisbon girls.
People saw clairvoyance in the wiped-out elms and harsh sunlight.
Some thought the torture tearing the lisbon girls pointed to a simple 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. lisbon and mr. lisbon, a math teacher, had such beautiful creatures.

From time 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 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 before the suicides had emerged from 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 shut the for maximum security isolation.
The girls' only contact to the world 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 traveled in their
To gold-tipped siamese temples or past an old man, the leaf broom the [maw's] carpeted [speck] of japan (? ? ? ).
And hadn't died.she was a bride 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, along 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.
from 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 furniture, and they certainly didn't buy furniture tainted 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 young couple boston.

It didn't matter in the end how old they had been, or they were girls,
But only that we had them, and that they hadn't heard us call; still did not hear us,
Calling out of those rooms where went to be alone for all time, alone in suicide,
Which is deeper than death, and where we will find the pieces to put them back together.