Luyện nghe bài hát This Strange Engine

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

Lived in the shadow of the
With the smells of
Dusty old and the polished wood of his bed

No more than a baby 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 and some far away tide
the silent dry tear of home thoughts from abroad
In his far away eyes, in his far eyes

The smell of the wax on the wooden
Mixture of polish and
No to fear 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
him of just before he was breathing
Strange visions of God

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

And since I was a boy
I never that I belonged
everything they did to me
Was an to see

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

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

To the fundamental truths
It was to take some time
Thirty five down the line

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

came out the navy and took us
Away to his dirty gray
And he down on a coal mine for National Service
So that he be around

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

From the horizon came home from the to the mine
From the horizon to buried
Took his dream
Buried his in his faraway eyes

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

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

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

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

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

love, this inconvenient
Blind, blood-diamond, puzzle

This love, this blind,
This I don't 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 and is to blame
And is
And is not the
And is true, is
Is true, is and lies
Is true