Luyện nghe bài hát The Telescope Reading (Of Course)

He lived
with his books and his and his telescope
with all the locked
days piled upon each one by tedious one
until the pressure finally a diamond like thought
and he was sad
Ive read book,
Ive every song,
and Ive seen star from the safety of my bedroom.
and i am empty.
in he slumped forward with his eyes still pressed against the telescope
just his lungs began to expand,
he rapidly,
alternating his eyes squinting
and making his as wide as saucers
he out, "of course"
with all the spent looking up
it crossed his mind to veer straight ahead.
He spent days 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 recite each from memory,
eventually he wrote his own books what he saw
and he made his own songs what he thought he had heard
until almost he himself believed what he was creating to be
until lie lie piled on top of itself
the pressure finally created a pearl-like thought
he to the world,
Ive all of your lives
and Ive all of your conversations,
and i am hungry.

In frustration,
he to his knees
and began to bang his head against the old door
"of course" he out
and hesitation
ha up,
put on his and hat, and turned the knob.
but before hid first step even hit the
he was faced with the most of emotions
one that he could 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 extended her hand
and swept him with her.

They until their feet bled
during their journey she him all the places she had been
and all the she had met along the way.
a new began to unfold inside of him
one he thought he had in a conversation looking through his telescope
it was the word
why would she me? he thought.
i know so
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 battle the
that she knew surely jump out at them one day
but she kept her faith in him and they continued walking

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

She back and cried out to him,
we drew a map together you promised you would follow with me.
i too am scared,
especially after you stole my strength and made it own.
but i am still reaching for hand,
knowing it will fit more than ever
if you will reach back to me.
but he reach back, he was vain and confused.
he tried to make a new map, but he 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 himself what he had 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 footprints to see where he was going
but all he left in his path were messages written in the dirt a broken stick
scrawled lies of and shifted blame,
until one day he wrote the word "help" when he her most.
but by then she had stopped trying to his thoughts
and make of his misery.
so he headed to where he started,
to his books and his records and his telescope,

and broken,
he reached the edge of his street
to find her waiting for him.
and upon her soft smile,
he immediately what he had done,
he knew he had lost,
he how sorry he was.
for the first time she was 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 been walking her entire
and that she wasn't waiting for him to go the world with her at all
no, she was in fact for him to invite her into his house
so she could read his books, hear his records and through the telescope
behind the of his locked door.

what a he thought
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 what you had been traveling these roads for.
she crumbled under the weight of her own truth.
and their honesty,
they were both as strong as can be
and now under the relief of each of forgiveness
no appeared to them, just a feeling.
and he to her,
Ive seen efforts,
and i can feel your 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 favorite in the garden,
hear the closest to my life while you sleep in my bed,
and look me waving at you through my telescope.
he raised his hand and he it on her chest,
and he an X across her heart.
"of course" he thought.
he closed the old wooden door
and he locked it him.