Luyện nghe bài hát Suicide Underground

Everyone dated the demise of our neighborhood from the suicide of the girls.
People saw their in the wiped-out elms and harsh sunlight.
thought the torture tearing 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 certain of after all these years is the of explanations.

"obviously doctor, you've never been a thirteen 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.

that time one, the lisbon house began to change.
Almost every day, and even she wasn't keeping an eye on cecilia,
Lux would suntan on her towel wearing a swimsuit that caused the knife-sharpener to give her a 15-minute for free.

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

But few anticipated it be so drastic.
The girls were pulled out of school, and mrs. lisbon the house for maximum security isolation.
The girls' only contact to the outside world was the catalogs
They 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 leaf 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 were slipping 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 and the dead), become shadows.
We would have lost them completely if the girls hadn't us.

Lux was the to go.
Fleeing from the house, we forgot to at the garage.
the suicide free-for-all, mr. and mrs. lisbon gave up any attempt to lead a normal life.
They had mr. henry pack up the house, 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 took the family photos that 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 had been, or that they were girls,
But only that we had 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 where we never find the pieces to put them back together.