Luyện nghe bài hát The Wisdom of Snow

Now why man's soul was bleeding
The had to understand
So invisible, he by him
And then touched his hand

Which caused the man to stand still
Despite the cold
And while he stood in that trance
The angel read his

It seemed the man was not like
The man he had
And that angel wondered how that change had
And when it had

The man had been born to a and religious family
And in the midwest
And all his childhood
This man, clearly, had been

He grew up believing, among things
Man was made in the of god
He went to school, all rules
While working hard

He had always tried to others
Excelled at nearly task
And he'd graduated high school
Of course, he was the first one in his

And in his eighteenth
When it was time for him to
He had offers several colleges
All of them ivy

And at college in all his
He always received "a"s
And he tried his hand in theater
He got the lead in the senior

It appeared to nearly
There was no that he lacked
And for three on the football team
He was, the star

And there he met the girl
Who did become his
With her, his world was now
He had the perfect

When had graduated college
were wed in a ceremony quite grand
Then they to new york
In a dream seemed caught
all had been perfectly planned

She decorated park avenue apartment
In a 1920's art-deco
And six months after had moved in
She told him, they would soon be having a

And after their first
He knew were having a son
Their lives not have been better
And they had only begun

Together they early at the hospital
On the delivery
The was taking no chances
And did not to risk being late

But waiting outside the delivery room
He could tell that something was wrong
For too many doctors rushing in
With none coming out for too

When her own doctor finally out
several nurses at his side
He said that his wife had started
And despite best efforts, she died

Then in an to console him
A gave him his newborn to hold
But from the way the felt limp in his arms
He knew there was still more bad news to be

The doctor then the prognosis
As gently as anyone
But he could finish explaining
The only too well understood

The had been cut off from oxygen
For minutes, which is far too
The damage was now
His permanently malformed

He'd never a job,
Learn to read or ever
And it be a miracle
If the child learned how to walk

And those words the father felt
His entire world apart
And he stumbled for the to express
The tearing of his heart

He cried out, why did god to take her
While she was so young
And as if to cut him deeper
Leave this here as his son

"please to me god's wisdom
How he decide
To take me my precious wife
While leaving this

There is no for this life
Why does he exist
And if he had never born
is no way he'd have ever been missed

If man is in god's image
Then something here is surely
For is nothing of god
of god
of god
of god
of god in this"

And he asked for the child
To be in a state run home
And he had signed the papers
He walked that night alone

And in this world he unkind
He built a wall around his
And every he'd add new parts
it had also enclosed his heart

He his job and paid his debts
As he slowly a silhouette
Of a man walking the tombs
While living his life his wounds

He distanced from all his friends
Even his sisters and
And as time it went by, he his eyes
So they could only see the flaws in

With final glimpse, the angel stepped away
And the man himself out of his trance
Then continued his walk back his home
And few would given his soul half of a chance

And the himself felt helpless
As he watched old man there
So he did what humans do
And he quickly a prayer

And as the prayer flew to his
The did decide
To follow the old man
And closely by his side

For on this can one deny
The gift of a sympathetic eye
To cast our fellow man
And on night to understand

The frailty of childhood
Like fireflies summer streams
And if one dared to remove time's
Could one retrace those childhood

But whispers in the wind
Told of dreams, forgiven sins
And who us shall be deemed
To rescue some forgotten

So on night of christmas eve
As again the spirits weave
Its snowswept dreams and colored
With bits of magic into each

And as the comes gently down
Its soul to reach the ground
To cover scars the still feels
Perhaps to them time to heal

For as men invest in
And professors in what they
God invests in
Like winter invests in

[THE WISDOM OF