Luyện nghe bài hát The Wisdom of Snow

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

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

It the man was not always like
The man he had
And that angel how that change had happened
And it had begun

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

He grew up believing, among other
Man was in the image of god
He to school, observed all rules
While working hard

He had always tried to others
at nearly every task
And when he'd graduated school
Of course, he was the one in his class

And in his eighteenth
When it was time for him to
He had offers from 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 play

It appeared to everyone
was no talent that he lacked
And for three years on the team
He was, the quarterback

And there he also met the
Who did his wife
With her, his was now complete
He had the perfect

When they had graduated
They wed in a ceremony quite grand
they moved to new york
In a they seemed caught
Where all had been planned

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

And their first ultrasound
He knew they having a son
Their lives could not been better
And had only just begun

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

But waiting outside the delivery room
He could tell that was going wrong
For too doctors were rushing in
none coming out for too long

When her own doctor finally out
With nurses at his side
He said his wife had started hemorrhaging
And despite their best efforts, she

in an effort to console him
A nurse gave him his to hold
But from the way the child felt limp in his
He knew there was still more bad to be told

The then gave the prognosis
As as anyone could
But he could finish explaining
The father too well understood

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

He'd hold a job,
Learn to or ever talk
And it would be a
If the child even learned how to

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

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

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

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

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

And then he asked for the
To be placed in a run home
And after he had signed the
He walked that night alone

And in this world he found
He a wall around his mind
And year he'd add new parts
Until it had also enclosed his

He kept his job and paid his
As he slowly became a
Of a man walking the tombs
living his life within his wounds

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

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

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

And as the flew to his lord
The angel did
To carefully the old man
And closely by his side

For on this night can one
The of a more sympathetic eye
To cast upon our man
And on night to understand

The frailty of childhood
Like fireflies over streams
And if one dared to remove veil
Could one retrace childhood trails?

But in the winter's wind
Told of rescued dreams, forgiven
And who us shall be deemed
To rescue some forgotten

So on this night of eve
As once again the spirits
Its snowswept dreams and colored
With of magic into each life

And as the snow comes down
Its soul intent to the ground
To scars the world still feels
to give them time to heal

For as men in money
And professors in what know
God invests in
Like winter in snow

[THE OF SNOW]