Luyện nghe bài hát The Christmas Attic

Somewhere in the

this night and God

An sat upon a star

While very hard

To once more to the earth
He had assigned
And a single for all of man
He was to behind

But gift that he was to leave
Could not be from the heavenly court
And how could he leave behind
If nothing could be

Now this was quite a
And he knew not how to
When he suddenly felt a from a child
Reach deep his heart

And though his was limited
To this one of the year
He could not ignore child's request
So he decided he start here

For this night was Christmas Eve
And dreams all about
down below on earth
He had felt this child to doubt

A who should have been asleep
was climbing attic stairs
With her candle
And a single prayer

Now, when angels are called
They rarely just
But often than not
gently whisper in one's ear

And they whisper to a child
On nights snow still glistens
The are much stronger still
That, child, will listen

So in this room where shadows
And ghosts that learn time forgives
Welcome friends, please stay
Our story with one small child
Who spends this in an attic dark
Where are stored like sleeping hearts

Now, if you wonder why this child is
With all asleep and near
She's come up here to look for
In this place to the roof

For she had heard from friends who
That nothing on night is real
That no adults believe
In all these things of Eve

night that seems to cast a spell
Is the world, just tinseled well
And as she lay in bed night
She wondered if might be right

And she wondered who she might ask
About this question that had cast
For adults, she had told, you see
Are part of conspiracy

But in her mind clear
The of a child's idea

There was one whose presence
Would reconfirm she had known

But this man, he was so rarely
For he only arrived children dreamed
But if she had believed was right
He should appear very night
So on night with so much at stake
She's determined that she stay awake

But then a problem came to
It seems that fate had not been
For their chimney had been that year
Some bricks might fall, her father

So she had another plan
To hear on the roof he lands
So with the ghosts left here by
Upon this she sits and waits

Now as I'm you all must know
When one is waiting, time slow
And as she what to do
(her options far too few)

The Angel caused child to look
a yellowed pile of books
Among these memories disguised as
She there a well worn trunk

It was with toys and one old wreath
And letters underneath
Some ornaments, a rung phone
And records a gramophone

A mix of long forgotten
With no longer heard
All threads of forgotten lives
But here somehow they had

These that had caught her eye
Now in her hands seemed alive
And as each letter she
A small of the past was revealed

For Christmas a life long spell
And most of all well
And as that explored the past
Once again that spell was

And as the child to read
Upon night of Christmas Eve
The plan, as you can tell
It was already well
So as the gently arise
In our first song we'll