Luyện nghe bài hát Suicide Underground

Everyone dated the demise of our neighborhood the suicide of the lisbon girls.
People saw their clairvoyance in the elms and harsh sunlight.
Some thought the torture tearing the lisbon girls pointed to a refusal to accept the world as it was handed down to them:
So of flaws.
But the only we are certain of after all these years is the insufficiency of explanations.

"obviously doctor, you've been a thirteen year-old girl."

The lisbon were 13, cecile, 14, lux, 15, bonnie, 16, mary, and 17, therese.
No one could understand how mrs. lisbon and mr. lisbon, a teacher, had produced such beautiful creatures.

From that time one, the lisbon began to change.
every day, and even when she wasn't keeping an eye on cecilia,
Lux would suntan on her wearing a swimsuit that caused the knife-sharpener to give her a 15-minute demonstration for free.

The only reliable boy who got to know lux was fontaine
For only 18 before the suicides had emerged from baby fat
To the delight of and mothers alike.

But few it would be so drastic.
The girls were pulled out of school, and mrs. lisbon shut the house for maximum isolation.
The girls' only contact to the outside was through the catalogs
They ordered that started to fill the lisbon's with pictures of high-end fashions and brochures for exotic vacations.
Unable to go anywhere, the girls traveled in imaginations:
To gold-tipped siamese temples or past an old man, the leaf broom tidying the [maw's] carpeted [speck] of (? ? ? ).
And cecelia hadn't died.she was a in calcutta.

Collecting everything we could of theirs, we couldn't get the girls out of our minds, but they were slipping away.
The colors of their eyes were fading, along with exact of moles and dimples.
From five, they had become four, and they were all (the living and the dead), shadows.
We would have lost them if the girls hadn't contacted us.

Lux was the to go.
Fleeing from the house, we forgot to at the garage.
After the suicide free-for-all, mr. and mrs. lisbon up any attempt to lead a normal life.
They had mr. henry pack up the house, selling what furniture he could at a sale.
went just to look.
Our parents did not buy used furniture, and they certainly buy furniture tainted by death.
We of course took the family photos that were put out the trash.
Mr. lisbon put the house on the market, and it was sold to a young couple boston.

It didn't matter in the end how old they had been, or that were girls,
But only that we had loved them, and that they hadn't heard us call; still did not us,
Calling out of those where they went to be alone for all time, alone in suicide,
Which is deeper than death, and where we will find the pieces to put them back together.