Luyện nghe bài hát MacGyver

it starts a call, a call from his mother.
sophia says "come quick, been hurt.
he was just on his way home from the world again,
he got jumped by some kids, he down, now he's dying.?
so i on my coat an ran out the door,
sped the night to the old hospital,
where the 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 breath so quiet.
the shibboleth of laid bare,
flat on a table, blackened by he couldn't explain.
and there was nothing he build
to save himself out of and blue-tack.
they opened up his cavities in the theatre,
but the couldn't find a heart,
his lymph running motor oil.
his fingers lie inert,
intricate ability punctured by
the god-shaped in adolescent consciousness.
he couldn't a bomb to mend the splinters of his broken heart.
his home-made radar find a way to make his weapons art.
MacGyver out all of his rationalism.
newton, your lever is not long enough.
the enlightenment a sinking ship.
so i left the with the bleep of life support machines a memory.