Luyện nghe bài hát Their Early Years

Once when we on a bus between some cities we discussed the things
that happened in early years. Their youngest time was spent alone
while living an uncle only half remaining from a foreign war. His
half 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 in a peeling little house he could not paint again. But it
was to the point of two feet above the floor and warmth was in
his laugh and in his smiling face. The that they met were few and
might have been disturbed by two who looked so strange, but were not
aware. For living with their uncle, who was unconcerned and
rumpled, made them see things differently. They thought we were put
together randomly, just the weather, with no uniformity 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 always staring, as sat on chairs above the ground. So they
cried and then with drew fromhose that shouted, and who were mean
because of suffering inside. Once alone they heard children shouting
a car had killed one of their pets out in the road ahead. As they
approached the fallen body, blood appeared and then they saw a leg
had been torn away somehow. So they kneeled upon the ground and up
the leg they and wedged it gently just below the spot where both
their joined together. Then the sun, which had been setting,
and for a moment all was dark. And when the sun returned above
them, no one and made fun of them, for the dog was licking at the
joint, barking loud and resurrected and causing to be respected by
those who had them before.