Luyện nghe bài hát Suicide Underground

Everyone dated the of our neighborhood from the suicide of the lisbon girls.
People saw their clairvoyance in the wiped-out elms and sunlight.
Some thought the torture 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 of after all these years is the insufficiency of explanations.

"obviously doctor, you've never been a year-old girl."

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

From that time one, the lisbon house to change.
Almost every day, and when she wasn't keeping an eye on cecilia,
Lux would suntan on her towel wearing a swimsuit that caused the 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 had emerged from baby fat
To the delight of girls and 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 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 or past an old man, the leaf broom tidying 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 out of our minds, but they were slipping away.
The colors of their eyes were fading, along with locations of moles and dimples.
From five, they had become four, and were all (the living and the dead), become shadows.
We would have lost them completely if the 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.
had mr. henry pack up the house, selling what furniture he could at a garage sale.
Everyone went 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 that we had loved them, and that they hadn't heard us call; still 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.