Luyện nghe bài hát Suicide Underground

Everyone the demise of our neighborhood from the suicide of the lisbon girls.
People saw their clairvoyance in the wiped-out and harsh sunlight.
Some thought the torture tearing the lisbon girls pointed to a simple refusal to accept the world as it was 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 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.

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

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

But few anticipated it 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 was through the catalogs
They ordered that started to fill the lisbon's mailbox with pictures of high-end fashions and 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 cecelia hadn't died.she was a in calcutta.

everything we could of theirs, we couldn't get the lisbon girls out of our minds, but they were slipping away.
The colors of their were fading, along 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 suicide free-for-all, mr. and mrs. lisbon gave up any attempt to a normal 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 furniture, and they certainly didn't buy furniture tainted by death.
We of course took the family photos that were put out the trash.
Mr. lisbon put the on the market, and it was sold to a young couple from 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,
out of those 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.