Luyện nghe bài hát MacGyver

it starts with a call, a from his mother.
sophia says "come quick, MacGyver's hurt.
he was just on his way home from the world again,
he got by some kids, he went down, now he's dying.?
so i threw on my an ran out the door,
sped the night to the old hospital,
the doctors said to wait, so i camped in the ward,
watching the as it haemorrhages time so slow.
and i've lingered so long.
the air in so cold.
the shallow so quiet.
the shibboleth of laid bare,
flat on a table, by bruises he couldn't explain.
and there was nothing he build
to himself out of biros and blue-tack.
they opened up his in the operating theatre,
but the couldn't find a heart,
his glands running motor oil.
his fingers lie inert,
their ability punctured by
the god-shaped hole in consciousness.
he couldn't build a bomb to the splinters of his broken heart.
his home-made couldn't find a way to make his weapons art.
bleeds out all of his rationalism.
isaac newton, your is not long enough.
the scottish a sinking ship.
so i left the hospital with the bleep of support machines a memory.