Ghost!

I have a passion for English, but till now I haven't been trained yet. Although I like a lot to join any courses of English that's now numerous in Hanoi, but works used to shoot me down each time I thought I had the occasion. It was seem to be alright when I saw Quoc Hung M.A. on the TV show, but with his style of speaking, teaching - he couldn't help me anything. One day, I found out English Club on Wep Site TTVNONLINE, "Here! come on boy, maybe you can get something", I told myself.
Now, Please! help me to write the following story:

I live in a collective quarter where there is a fallow three-floor nursery. Living-around people usualy whisper some mystery about the nursery. I don't believe in the scratch stories like that, but:
One night, 1h30, it was raining, I came home late from work. When I ran across the yard where the nursery is laying, the dowpour became formidable. I droped in a eaves to avoid the rain. Suddenly, a strange scence beaten straight to my eyes: two striplings, half-naked, was sitting on third-floor's banister of the nursery. At the first, I almost didn't wonder. But for a while, I was frozen with the thinking "no one couldn't sit there at that place, in this time, and under this weather?". I was stealthy to take a glance upto the banister, they were still there. "What's that?, human or ghost?". It was strange that they almost didn't move but their leg. The legs kept swaying in rain, I could see the raindrops driped out from their legs. Blood in my body seem to stop blowing. Thinking in my head wasn't existing. Perhaps I would die within ten minutes if there wasn't a noise from a motobike. The motobike saved my life. After siting behinde the driver, I saw again the banister, they hadn't been there yet.

ặ?, chặ?a xem bài này, chặ?a ai tỏ?Ơn công, thỏ?? có muỏằ'n ?'ặ?ỏằÊc tỏ?Ơn công không hỏ?Ê thewarrior?

Despair is not Hopeless!​

Please help me, If it will not be corrected, how can I see where was I wrong

I live in a collective quarter [APPARTMENT BUILDING]where there is a fallow three-floor nursery[I don't know what it is]. Living-around people [MY NEIGHBORS] usualy [USUALLY] whisper [ABOUT] some mystery about [OF] the nursery. I don't believe in the scratch [ ? ] stories [GOSSIPS] like that, but:[continue your sentence: BUT ONE NIGHT]
One night, [ONE NIGHT AT] 1h30 [1:30A.M.], it was raining,[NO (,) WHEN] I came home late from work. When I ran across the yard where the nursery is laying [LOCATED], the dowpour became formidable [IT WAS POURING]. I droped [GOT](dropped) in a eaves [ ? ][PATIO] to avoid [SHELTER FROM] the rain. Suddenly, a strange scence [SCENE (?)] beaten straight to [HAPPENNED IN FRONT OF ME]my eyes: two striplings[ ?], half-naked, was sitting on [THE] third-floor's banister of the nursery. At the [ NO "THE"] first, I almost didn't wonder [PAY ATTENTION]. But for a while, I was frozen with the thinking [I FROZE, THINKING] "no one couldn't [COULD] sit there at [IN] that place, in [AT]this time, and under this [KIND OF] weather?[! ]". I was stealthy [ ?] to take a glance upto [UP TOWARD] the banister, they were still there. "What's that?, human or ghost?". It was strange that they almost didn't move [ANYTHING] but their leg. The legs kept swaying in rain, I could see the raindrops [RAIN DROPS] driped out from [DRIPPING DOWN] their legs. Blood in my body [VEINS]seem[ED] to stop blowing [FLOWING]. Thinking in my head wasn't existing. [MY MIND WENT BLANK] Perhaps I would die within [IN] ten minutes if there wasn't a noise from a motobike [or "motorcycle". The motobike [MOTORBIKE] saved my life. After siting behinde [SITTING BEHIND] the driver, I saw again [LOOKED AT] the banister [AGAIN], they hadn't been there yet.[? , I don't understand]

Cung Chúc Tân Xuân​

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