Luyện nghe bài hát This Strange Engine

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

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

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

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

The smell of the wax on the floor
Mixture of and soap
No to fear or to play with
Rows of empty hooks for the

An upright piano and the boys in the
Still remind him of just before he was
him of just before he was breathing
Strange visions of God

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

And ever I was a boy
I never that I belonged
everything they did to me
Was an to see

How I would with the illusion?
In which direction would I
I do it all the same
As the in the game?

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 some time
Thirty summers down the line

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

Daddy came out the and took us
Away to his dirty hometown
And he worked on a coal mine for National Service
So that he be around

There was a magical in the chrome
Of the exhaust of his Triumph
And a of oil and metal and the thrill
Of the hard corner holding

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

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

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

Oh, Mummy, Daddy, you sit a while with me?
Oh Mummy, Daddy, you jog my memory?
Tell me tall of Montego Bay, table mountain
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 pain fades to a point
it doesn't fade, it stayed blue
And stirred his red coat heart to strange engine
This love, love

This love, this
Blind, blood-diamond, this

This love, this blind,
puzzle I don't understand
That knows no faith and
And fails and again

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

And and is to blame
And is
And is not the
And is true, is
Is true, is true and
Is true