Luyện nghe bài hát This Strange Engine

There was a boy who came this world
At the hands of a holy woman in a place
He a red coat and walked a bulldog
Saw reflected in the mirror of the lakes

Lived in the shadow of the
With the of disinfectant
Dusty old leather and the wood of his bed

No than a baby feeding swans on the river
Holding the hands of his
And the wax paper bag of bread

And his on the other side of the world
On the ship's railings and some far away
With the silent dry of home thoughts from abroad
In his far away eyes, in his far eyes

The smell of the wax on the wooden
Mixture of and soap
No children to fear or to with
Rows of empty for the coats

An upright piano and the in the choir
Still him of just before he was born
him of just before he was breathing
Strange visions of God

Turn the cities into families, villages of souls
in the air while they're sleeping
With houses invisible
Send to me the of Christmas
Whispering, "You're the one"

And ever I was a boy
I never felt I belonged
Like everything did to me
Was an to see

How I cope with the illusion?
In which direction I jump
Would I do it all the
As the actors in the

Or would I it back at them
And not get caught up in their
And according to my own
And not be used, not be

To find the fundamental
It was going to take some
five summers down the line

The wisdom of each passing
Seems to serve to confuse
to serve only to confuse

Daddy came out the and took us
Away to his dirty gray
And he worked down on a mine for National Service
So he could be around

There was a purple in the chrome
Of the exhaust of his Triumph
And a warmth of oil and metal and the
Of the hard corner tight

From the came home from the navy to the mine
From the horizon to alive
Took his underground
Buried his treasure in his faraway

And one day as the boy lay
In the sunshine of a half remembered
A cloud of bees no particular aim and no brain
Found the boy, decided that his had come

Came out of the sky, stung him in the face
Again and again, pain, screaming like baptism
Jesus like being chosen
Something no brain, blue pain
happening again, it's happening again

Oh, Mummy, Daddy, will you sit a while me?
Oh Mummy, Daddy, you jog my memory?
Tell me tall tales of Bay, table mountain
Flying fish, banana spiders, pots of

And the sun on the
Setting like an thrown to deep water
From crimson to
But coming tomorrow on the horizon

The blue fades to a point
it doesn't fade, it stayed blue
And his red coat heart to this strange engine
love, this love

This love, inconvenient
Blind, blood-diamond, this

This love, this blind,
This puzzle I understand
That knows no and tries
And and tries again

at the sea
The night's dark
For one last and bleeds
And bleeds and for you

And lies and is to
And is
And is not the
And is true, is
Is true, is true and
Is true