Luyện nghe bài hát Suicide Underground

Everyone dated the demise of our neighborhood from the suicide of the girls.
People saw clairvoyance in the wiped-out elms and harsh sunlight.
Some thought the torture tearing the lisbon girls pointed to a simple refusal to the world as it was handed down to them:
So of flaws.
But the only thing we are certain of all these years is the insufficiency of explanations.

"obviously doctor, you've been a thirteen 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 math teacher, had produced such creatures.

that time one, the lisbon house began to change.
Almost every day, and even when she wasn't 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 reliable boy who got to know lux was trip fontaine
For only 18 before the suicides had emerged from baby fat
To the delight of girls and alike.

But few it would be so drastic.
The girls were out of school, and mrs. lisbon shut the house for maximum security isolation.
The girls' contact to the outside world was through the catalogs
They ordered that started to fill the lisbon's mailbox with pictures of 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] carpeted [speck] of (? ? ? ).
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 slipping 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 hadn't contacted 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. henry pack up the house, selling what furniture he could at a 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 family photos were 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 loved them, and that they hadn't heard us call; still did not us,
Calling out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time, in suicide,
Which is deeper than death, and where we will never find the pieces to put them together.