Luyện nghe bài hát MacGyver

it with a call, a call from his mother.
sophia says "come quick, been hurt.
he was just on his way from saving the world again,
he got jumped by some kids, he down, now he's 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 shallow so quiet.
the of MacGuiver laid bare,
flat on a table, blackened by he couldn't explain.
and there was nothing he build
to himself out of biros and blue-tack.
they opened up his cavities in the theatre,
but the couldn't find a heart,
his lymph running motor oil.
his calloused lie inert,
their ability punctured by
the hole in adolescent consciousness.
he couldn't build a to mend the splinters of his broken heart.
his home-made radar couldn't find a way to make his art.
MacGyver out all of his rationalism.
isaac newton, lever is not long enough.
the scottish a sinking ship.
so i left the hospital with the bleep of support machines a memory.