Luyện nghe bài hát Suicide Underground

Everyone dated the demise of our neighborhood from the of the lisbon girls.
People saw clairvoyance in the wiped-out elms and harsh sunlight.
Some thought the torture tearing the lisbon 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 a thirteen 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 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 that caused the knife-sharpener to give her a 15-minute demonstration for free.

The only boy who got to know lux was trip fontaine
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 were pulled out of school, and mrs. lisbon shut the 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 in their 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 were fading, along exact locations of moles and dimples.
From five, they had become four, and they were all (the living and the dead), shadows.
We would have lost 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 gave up any to lead a normal life.
They had mr. henry 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 buy furniture tainted by death.
We of took the family photos that were put out with the trash.
Mr. lisbon put the on the market, and it was sold to a young couple from boston.

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