Luyện nghe bài hát This Strange Engine

There was a boy who into this world
At the hands of a woman in a holy place
He wore a red and walked a bulldog
Saw them in the mirror of the lakes

in the shadow of the mountains
With the of disinfectant
Dusty old leather and the wood of his bed

No more than a baby feeding on the river
the hands of his mother
And the wax paper bag of yesterday's

And his father on the side of the world
On the ship's railings and some far tide
With the silent dry tear of thoughts from abroad
In his far away eyes, in his far away

The smell of the wax on the floor
Mixture of polish and
No children to fear or to play
Rows of empty for the coats

An upright and the boys in the choir
Still remind him of just he was born
Remind him of before he was breathing
misty visions of God

Turn the cities families, into villages of souls
in the air while they're sleeping
With their houses
to me the ghosts of Christmas
Whispering, "You're the one"

And since I was a boy
I never felt I belonged
everything they did to me
Was an to see

How I would cope the illusion?
In which would I jump
I do it all the same
As the actors in the

Or would I it back at them
And not get caught up in their
And live to my own
And not be used, not be

To the fundamental truths
It was going to some time
Thirty five down the line

The wisdom of passing year
to serve only to confuse
Seems to only to confuse

Daddy out the navy and took us
Away to his dirty hometown
And he worked down on a mine for National Service
So that he could be

was a magical purple in the chrome
Of the exhaust of his motorbike
And a of oil and metal and the thrill
Of the corner holding tight

From the came home from the navy to the mine
From the horizon to alive
Took his dream
Buried his treasure in his eyes

And one day as the boy lay
In the of a half remembered afternoon
A cloud of with no particular aim and no brain
Found the boy, decided his time had come

Came out of the sky, stung him in the face
Again and again, blue pain, screaming like
Jesus like being chosen
Something no brain, blue pain
It's again, it's happening again

Oh, Mummy, Daddy, you sit a while with me?
Oh Mummy, Daddy, will you jog my
Tell me tall tales of Montego Bay, mountain
Flying fish, spiders, pots of paint

And the sun on the
Setting an ember thrown to deep water
crimson to black
But back tomorrow on the horizon

The blue fades to a point
it doesn't fade, it stayed blue
And stirred his red coat heart to strange engine
This love, this

love, this inconvenient
Blind, blood-diamond, puzzle

This love, blind, blood-diamond
This I don't understand
That knows no faith and
And fails and tries

at the sea
The night's dark
For one time and bleeds
And and dies for you

And lies and is to
And is
And is not the
And is true, is
Is true, is true and
[Incomprehensible] Is