Luyện nghe bài hát Suicide Underground

Everyone the demise of our neighborhood from the suicide of the lisbon girls.
People saw their clairvoyance in the wiped-out 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, never been a thirteen year-old girl."

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

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

The only reliable boy who got to lux was trip fontaine
For only 18 before the suicides had emerged from baby fat
To the of girls 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' only contact to the world was through the catalogs
ordered that started to fill the lisbon's mailbox with pictures of high-end fashions and brochures for exotic vacations.
Unable to go anywhere, the girls in their imaginations:
To gold-tipped siamese temples or past an old man, the leaf tidying the [maw's] carpeted [speck] of japan (? ? ? ).
And cecelia hadn't died.she was a in calcutta.

Collecting everything we could of theirs, we couldn't get the lisbon girls out of our minds, but they were away.
The colors of their eyes were fading, along with exact of moles and dimples.
From five, they had become four, and they all (the living and the dead), become shadows.
We would have lost them completely if the girls 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 to lead a normal life.
They had mr. henry pack up the house, what furniture he could at a garage sale.
went just to look.
Our parents did not buy used furniture, and certainly didn't buy furniture tainted by death.
We of course the family photos that were put out with 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 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 the pieces to put them back together.