Luyện nghe bài hát This Strange Engine

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

in the shadow of the mountains
With the of disinfectant
Dusty old and the polished wood of his bed

No more than a baby feeding on the river
Holding the hands of his
And the wax bag of yesterday's bread

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

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

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

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

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

How I would cope the illusion?
In direction would I jump
I do it all the same
As the in the game?

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

To the fundamental truths
It was going to some time
five summers down the line

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

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

There was a magical in the chrome
Of the of his Triumph motorbike
And a warmth of oil and metal and the
Of the hard holding tight

From the horizon came home 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 remembered afternoon
A cloud of bees no particular aim and no brain
Found the boy, decided that his time had

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

Oh, Mummy, Daddy, will you sit a with me?
Oh Mummy, Daddy, you jog my memory?
me tall tales of Montego Bay, table mountain
Flying fish, banana spiders, of paint

And the sun on the
like an ember thrown to deep water
From to black
But coming back on the horizon

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

This love, this
Blind, blood-diamond, this

This love, blind, blood-diamond
This puzzle I don't
knows no faith and tries
And and tries again

at the sea
The dark deep
For one last and bleeds
And bleeds and for you

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