Luyện nghe bài hát The Thing About Them

Now there ws this thing them that caused me at times to doubt them,
or created conflict in my mind. Usually was a he one, and there
also was a she one, but they came out differently. And one of
them, when she was she, would smile and burn a in me; a hole that was
too hard for me to hide. Once I had a dream her, in a filed, alone
outside a tiny cottage made of sticks. It was much to small to use
it, so she bumped her head and bruised it trying to get through the
door. Afterwards, I went to her, but it was he I felt who nodded at
my words indifferently. And of course when would happen, there was
still a she to tap up on my shoulder other side. But it wasn't her
who looked then, perhaps, but like some bookend that had come
misshapen from its mate. So I told myself there be some way I can
make them just be who I to be with all the time, 'cause it kept me at
a distance, but my sensees insisting it was much more interesting
inside.