Luyện nghe bài hát MacGyver

it with a call, a call from his mother.
says "come quick, MacGyver's 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,
through the night to the old hospital,
where the said to wait, so i camped in the ward,
the clock as it haemorrhages time so slow.
and i've here so long.
the air in so cold.
the breath so quiet.
the shibboleth of laid bare,
flat on a table, blackened by bruises he explain.
and was nothing he could build
to save himself out of and blue-tack.
they opened up his in the operating theatre,
but the doctors find a heart,
his lymph glands running oil.
his fingers lie inert,
intricate ability punctured by
the hole in adolescent consciousness.
he couldn't build a bomb to the splinters of his broken heart.
his home-made radar couldn't a way to make his weapons art.
MacGyver out all of his rationalism.
isaac newton, your lever is not enough.
the enlightenment a sinking ship.
so i left the hospital with the bleep of life support a memory.