Luyện nghe bài hát MacGyver

it starts with a call, a call his mother.
says "come quick, MacGyver's been hurt.
he was just on his way home from saving the 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 doctors said to wait, so i in the ward,
the clock 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, blackened by bruises he explain.
and was nothing he could build
to save out of biros and blue-tack.
they up his cavities in the operating theatre,
but the couldn't find a heart,
his lymph running motor oil.
his calloused lie inert,
their 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 couldn't a way to make his weapons art.
bleeds out all of his rationalism.
isaac newton, lever is not long enough.
the enlightenment a sinking ship.
so i left the hospital the bleep of life support machines a memory.