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 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 after all these years is the 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 produced such creatures.

From that time one, the house began to change.
Almost every day, and even when she keeping an eye on cecilia,
Lux would suntan on her towel wearing a swimsuit that caused the knife-sharpener to give her a demonstration for free.

The only reliable boy who got to lux was trip fontaine
For only 18 months before the suicides had emerged baby fat
To the delight of girls and alike.

But few it would be so drastic.
The girls pulled out of school, and mrs. lisbon shut the house for maximum security isolation.
The girls' only contact to the outside was through the catalogs
They ordered that started to fill the lisbon's mailbox with of high-end fashions and brochures for exotic vacations.
Unable to go anywhere, the girls in their imaginations:
To gold-tipped siamese or past an old man, the leaf broom tidying 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 were away.
The colors of their eyes were fading, with exact locations of moles and dimples.
From five, they had become four, and 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 the house, we forgot to stop at the garage.
After the free-for-all, mr. and mrs. lisbon gave 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 furniture, and they certainly didn't buy furniture tainted by death.
We of course took the family that were put out with the trash.
Mr. lisbon put the house on the market, and it was sold to a couple from boston.

It didn't matter in the end how old they had been, or that were girls,
But only that we had them, and that they hadn't heard 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 where we never find the pieces to put them back together.