Luyện nghe bài hát Their Early Years

Once when we were on a bus between some cities we the things
that in their early years. Their youngest time was spent alone
while living with an uncle half remaining from a foreign war. His
upper was wel enough, but in the pants between his cuffs where his
zipper stopped, his legs gone. And so he rolled around on wheels,
self sufficient in a peeling house he could not paint again. But it
was spotless to the point of two feet the floor and warmth was in
his laugh and in his smiling face. The people they met were few and
might have been disturbed by two who looked so strange, but were not
aware. For living with stumpy uncle, who was unconcerned and
rumpled, made see things differently. They thought that we were put
randomly, just like the weather, with no uniformity in mind. But
that vision only lasted for a while until he passed away and were
off to a home. The children there did not have parents, were all
alike and always staring, as they sat on chairs above the ground. So
and then with drew fromhose that shouted, laughed and who were mean
because of suffering inside. Once alone they heard children shouting
that a car had killed one of their pets out in the road ahead. As
approached the fallen body, blood appeared and then they saw a leg
had been torn away somehow. So they kneeled upon the and lifted up
the leg they found and wedged it gently just the spot where both
their joined together. Then the sun, which had been setting,
winked and for a moment all was dark. And the sun returned above
them, no one laughed and fun of them, for the dog was licking at the
joint, barking loud and and causing them to be respected by
who had avoided them before.