Luyện nghe bài hát The Telescope Reading (Of Course)

He lived
with his books and his and his telescope
with all the locked
days upon each other one by tedious one
the pressure finally created a diamond like thought
and he was sad
Ive every 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 eyes squinting
and making his eyes as wide as
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 recite scene from memory,
eventually he wrote his own books what he saw
and he made his own songs about what he thought he had
until almost he himself what he was creating to be true
lie upon lie piled on top of itself
until the 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 wooden
"of course" he out
and hesitation
ha up,
put on his coat and hat, and the knob.
but before hid first step even hit the
he was faced the most unexpected of emotions
one that he only figure to be
what his favorite books and refer to as love.
"where are you going?" she him
"i know"
"me too" she
ill take you there, she her tiny hand
and swept him with her.

They walked until feet bled
during journey she told 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 overheard in a looking through his telescope
it was the fear
why she choose me? he thought.
i so little
not wanting to her interest,
he telling her stories he thought she might be impressed by
but all they did was make her question his and ability to battle the enemies
that she would surely jump out at them one day
but she still kept her in him and they continued walking

what things they saw
they in dark caves,
warmed faces by the brightest of fires,
and played brilliant children in the blue Spanish sea
but amidst all that gorgeousness,
their hands to slip.
first from palms, to fingertips, then to nothingness.
they 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 Ive done nothing wrong
and though you've 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 you promised you would follow with me.
i too am scared,
after you stole my strength and made it your own.
but i am reaching for your hand,
knowing it will fit more than ever
if you will only reach to me.
but he didn't 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 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 in his path were messages written in the dirt with a broken stick
scrawled of anger and shifted blame,
until one day he wrote the word "help" when he her most.
but by then she had trying to read his thoughts
and sense of his misery.
so he back to where he started,
back to his and his records and his telescope,

and broken,
he reached the edge of his street
to find her waiting for him.
and upon seeing her smile,
he knew what he had done,
he what he had lost,
he how sorry he was.
for the time she was real to him.
they sat and spoke about everything they have
in the beginning of story
and through all the tears he that she had been walking her entire life
and that she wasn't waiting for him to go into the with her at all
no, she was in fact for him to invite her into his house
so she read his books, hear his records and look through the telescope
behind the safety of his door.

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