Luyện nghe bài hát The Telescope Reading (Of Course)

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

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

They walked until feet bled
during their journey she told him all the places she had
and all the she had met along the way.
a new emotion began to unfold of him
one he thought he had in a conversation looking through his telescope
it was the fear
why would she me? he thought.
i so little
not to lose 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
that she knew surely jump out at them one day
but she still kept her faith in him and they walking

what amazing things saw
they in dark caves,
warmed their by the brightest of fires,
and played with brilliant children in the Spanish sea
but amidst all that gorgeousness,
hands began 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 state in
and through all of our adventures Ive done wrong
and you've taught me how to breathe,
I'm taking my new and leaving you hear with nothing.

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

but the time she followed him
for fallen twigs and fresh footprints 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,
until one day he wrote the word "help" he needed her most.
but by she had stopped trying to read his thoughts
and sense of his misery.
so he headed to where he started,
back to his and his records and his telescope,

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

what a fool he
i didn't realize that with all this time i spent out this window
you were right there looking at it.
at me, at this, at us.
i already had what you had been traveling roads searching for.
she crumbled under the of hearing her own truth.
and their honesty,
they were both as strong as can be
and now under the relief of 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 to make in private
but my home and make it your own,
recite lines from my books in the garden,
hear the songs closest to my while you sleep in my bed,
and look through me waving at you my telescope.
he raised his hand and he it on her chest,
and he drew an X her heart.
"of course" he thought.
he closed the old wooden door
and he it behind him.