Luyện nghe bài hát MacGyver

it with a call, a call from his mother.
sophia says "come quick, been hurt.
he was on his way home from 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 the night to the old hospital,
where the doctors said to wait, so i in the ward,
watching the as it haemorrhages time so slow.
and lingered here so long.
the air in so cold.
the breath so quiet.
the of MacGuiver laid bare,
flat on a table, by bruises he couldn't explain.
and there was he could build
to save out of biros and blue-tack.
they up his cavities in the operating theatre,
but the doctors couldn't a heart,
his lymph glands running oil.
his fingers lie inert,
their intricate punctured by
the hole in adolescent consciousness.
he couldn't build a bomb to mend the splinters of his 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 enlightenment a ship.
so i the hospital with the bleep of life support machines a memory.