Luyện nghe bài hát This Strange Engine

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

Lived in the of the mountains
With the smells of
Dusty old and the polished wood of his bed

No more than a baby swans on the river
Holding the hands of his
And the wax bag of yesterday's bread

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

The smell of the wax on the floor
of polish and soap
No children to fear or to with
Rows of hooks for the coats

An upright piano and the in the choir
Still remind him of just before he was
Remind him of just he was breathing
Strange misty of God

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

And ever I was a boy
I felt that I belonged
Like they did to me
Was an to see

How I would cope with the
In direction would I jump
Would I do it all the
As the actors in the

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

To find the truths
It was going to take time
Thirty five summers down the

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

Daddy came out the and took us
Away to his dirty gray
And he worked down on a coal for National Service
So that he could be

was a magical purple in the chrome
Of the exhaust of his Triumph
And a warmth of oil and and the thrill
Of the hard corner tight

From the horizon came from the navy to the mine
the horizon to buried alive
Took his underground
Buried his treasure in his eyes

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

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

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

And the sun on the
like an ember thrown to deep water
From crimson to
But coming back on the horizon

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

love, this inconvenient
Blind, blood-diamond, this

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

at the sea
The dark deep
For one last time and
And bleeds and for you

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