Luyện nghe bài hát MacGyver

it with a call, a call from his mother.
sophia says "come quick, MacGyver's hurt.
he was just on his way home saving the world again,
he got jumped by some kids, he went down, now dying.?
so i threw on my an ran out the door,
sped through the to the old hospital,
the doctors said to wait, so i camped in the ward,
watching the clock as it haemorrhages so slow.
and i've here so long.
the air in so cold.
the shallow so quiet.
the shibboleth of laid bare,
on a table, blackened by bruises he couldn't explain.
and there was nothing he build
to save himself out of and blue-tack.
they up his cavities in the operating theatre,
but the doctors couldn't a heart,
his glands running motor oil.
his fingers lie inert,
their ability punctured by
the hole in adolescent consciousness.
he couldn't build a bomb to mend the of his broken heart.
his home-made radar couldn't find a way to make his 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 of life support machines a memory.