Luyện nghe bài hát The Telescope Reading (Of Course)

He alone
with his and his records and his telescope
with all the locked
days piled each other one by tedious one
until the pressure finally created a like thought
and he was sad
Ive every book,
Ive heard song,
and Ive seen every star from the of my bedroom.
and i am empty.
in defeat he slumped forward with his eyes still pressed the telescope
just his lungs began to expand,
he rapidly,
alternating his eyes squinting
and making his eyes as as saucers
he out, "of course"
all the hours spent looking up
it never his mind to veer straight ahead.
He spent days upon taking it all in
he say grow to become men
and men to become fools.
he saw hope, beauty, war, strength, weakness, chaos,
he watched he could recite each scene from memory,
eventually he wrote his own books about he saw
and he made his own songs what he thought he had heard
until he himself believed what he was creating to be true
until lie lie piled on top of itself
until the pressure finally a pearl-like thought
he to the world,
Ive seen all of your
and Ive all of your conversations,
and i am hungry.

In frustration,
he dropped to his
and began to his head against the old wooden door
"of course" he out
and without
ha up,
put on his and hat, and turned the knob.
but before hid step even hit the ground
he was with the most unexpected of emotions
one he could only figure to be
what his favorite books and records to as love.
"where are you going?" she him
"i know"
"me too" she
ill take you there, she her tiny hand
and him away with her.

They walked until feet bled
during their journey she told him all the places she had
and all the people she had met the way.
a new emotion began to unfold of him
one he he had overheard in a conversation looking through his telescope
it was the word
why would she me? he thought.
i so little
not wanting to her interest,
he began telling her stories he thought she might be by
but all they did was make her question his strength and ability to the enemies
she knew would surely jump out at them one day
but she still kept her in him and they continued walking

what things they saw
danced in dark caves,
warmed their by the brightest of fires,
and played brilliant children in the blue Spanish sea
but even amidst all gorgeousness,
their hands to slip.
first from palms, then to fingertips, to nothingness.
stood still,
she south, and he faced west.
he out to her,
I'm leaving now, and i blame you for the we're in
and through all of our adventures Ive nothing wrong
and though taught me how to breathe,
I'm taking my new voice and leaving you hear nothing.

She looked back and out to him,
we drew a map together that you promised you would follow me.
i too am scared,
especially after you stole my and made it your own.
but i am still reaching for hand,
knowing it will fit more perfectly ever
if you will only reach to me.
but he didn't back, he was vain and confused.
he tried to make a new map, but he didn't know to put the "X" anymore.
so he in circles,
he his rhythm,
he by the fire,
and he in the sea,
he himself what he had feared the most,
incomplete.
and even the decision was his, and his alone,
he blamed her for too.

but the time she followed him
looking for fallen twigs and fresh to see where he was going
but all he left in his were messages written in the dirt with a broken stick
scrawled lies of and shifted blame,
one day he wrote the word "help" when he needed her most.
but by then she had stopped trying to his thoughts
and sense of his misery.
so he headed to where he started,
back to his books and his and his telescope,

and broken,
he finally reached the of his street
only to find her for him.
and seeing her soft smile,
he immediately what he had done,
he what he had lost,
he how sorry he was.
for the first time she was to him.
they sat and spoke about everything should have
in the beginning of their
and through all the tears he learned that she had been walking her entire
and that she wasn't for him to go into the world with her at all
no, she was in fact waiting for him to her into his house
so she could read his books, hear his and look through the telescope
the safety of his locked door.

what a fool he
i didn't realize that with all time i spent looking out this window
you were there looking back at it.
at me, at this, at us.
i already had you had been traveling these roads searching for.
she crumbled the weight of hearing her own truth.
and their honesty,
they were both as strong as can be
and now under the of each note of forgiveness
no appeared to them, just a feeling.
and he to her,
Ive your efforts,
and i can feel love for me,
and i am whole.
i still have places to visit and mistakes to make in
but take my home and it your own,
recite lines from my books in the garden,
hear the songs closest to my life while you in my bed,
and through me waving at you through my telescope.
he raised his hand and he it on her chest,
and he drew an X her heart.
"of course" he thought.
he slowly closed the old wooden
and he it behind him.