Luyện nghe bài hát This Strange Engine

There was a boy who came into world
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

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

No more a baby feeding swans on the river
Holding the hands of his
And the wax paper bag of bread

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

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

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

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

And since I was a boy
I never felt that I
Like they did to me
Was an to see

How I would cope the illusion?
In direction would I jump
Would I do it all the
As the in the game?

Or would I spit it back at
And not get caught up in rules?
And live to my own
And not be used, not be

To find the truths
It was going to take some
five summers down the line

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

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

There was a magical in the chrome
Of the exhaust of his motorbike
And a warmth of oil and and the thrill
Of the hard holding tight

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

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

down out of the sky, stung him in the face
Again and again, pain, screaming like baptism
Intravenous like being chosen
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 tales of Montego Bay, table mountain
fish, banana 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 pain fades to a
Where it doesn't fade, it stayed
And stirred his red coat heart to this strange
This love, this

love, this inconvenient
Blind, blood-diamond, this

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

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

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