Luyện nghe bài hát Suicide Underground

Everyone dated the demise of our neighborhood the suicide of the lisbon girls.
People saw clairvoyance in the wiped-out elms and harsh sunlight.
Some thought the torture tearing the lisbon girls pointed to a simple refusal to accept the 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 thirteen girl."

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

From time one, the lisbon house began to change.
Almost every day, and even when she 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 boy who got to know lux was trip fontaine
For 18 months 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. shut the house for maximum security isolation.
The girls' contact to the outside world 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 their
To siamese temples or past an old man, the leaf broom tidying the [maw's] carpeted [speck] 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 colors of their were fading, along with exact locations 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 gave up any attempt to lead a life.
They had mr. henry pack up the house, selling what furniture he at a garage sale.
went just to look.
Our parents did not buy used furniture, and they 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 in the end how old they had been, or that they 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 rooms where they went to be for all time, alone in suicide,
Which is deeper than death, and where we will never find the pieces to put them together.