Luyện nghe bài hát Suicide Underground

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

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

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

From that time one, the lisbon house to change.
Almost day, and even when she wasn't keeping an eye on cecilia,
Lux would on her towel wearing a swimsuit 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 before the suicides had emerged from baby fat
To the delight of and mothers alike.

But few it would be so drastic.
The were pulled out of school, and mrs. lisbon shut the house for maximum security isolation.
The girls' only contact to the outside world was the catalogs
They ordered that started to fill the mailbox with pictures of high-end fashions and brochures for exotic vacations.
to go anywhere, the girls traveled in their imaginations:
To gold-tipped siamese temples or past an old man, the leaf broom the [maw's] carpeted [speck] of japan (? ? ? ).
And cecelia 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 eyes were fading, along with exact locations of moles and dimples.
five, they had become four, and they were all (the living and the dead), become shadows.
We would lost them completely if the girls hadn't contacted us.

Lux was the to go.
Fleeing from the house, we forgot to at the garage.
After the 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 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 they were girls,
But only that we had loved them, and that they hadn't us call; still did not hear us,
Calling out of 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.