Luyện nghe bài hát Their Early Years

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