Luyện nghe bài hát This Strange Engine

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

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

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

And his father on the other side of the
On the ship's railings and some far tide
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 wooden
Mixture of polish and
No children to or to play with
Rows of empty hooks for the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

From the horizon came home the navy to the mine
From the horizon to alive
his dream underground
Buried his treasure in his faraway

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

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

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

And the sun on the
Setting like an ember thrown to deep
crimson to black
But coming tomorrow on the horizon

The blue pain fades to a
Where it fade, it stayed blue
And stirred his red heart to this strange engine
love, this love

This love, this
Blind, blood-diamond, this

This love, this blind,
This puzzle I understand
knows no faith and tries
And and tries again

at the sea
The night's deep
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