Luyện nghe bài hát Suicide Underground

Everyone dated the of our neighborhood from the suicide of the lisbon girls.
saw their clairvoyance in the wiped-out 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 thing we are of after all these years is the insufficiency of explanations.

"obviously doctor, you've never been a year-old girl."

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

From that time one, the lisbon house to change.
Almost every day, and even when she keeping an eye on cecilia,
Lux would suntan on her towel wearing a swimsuit that caused the knife-sharpener to give her a 15-minute for free.

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

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

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

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

It didn't matter in the end how old they had been, or that were girls,
But only that we had them, and that they hadn't heard us call; still did not hear us,
out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time, alone in suicide,
Which is deeper than death, and where we will never find the pieces to put them together.