Luyện nghe bài hát This Strange Engine

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

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

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

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

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

An upright piano and the boys in the
Still remind him of before he was born
Remind him of just he was breathing
Strange misty of God

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

And since I was a boy
I never felt that I
Like they did to me
Was an to see

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

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

To find the fundamental
It was going to some time
Thirty five down the line

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

came out the navy and took us
Away to his dirty hometown
And he down on a coal mine 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 and the thrill
Of the hard holding tight

From the horizon home from the navy to the mine
the horizon to buried alive
Took his underground
Buried his in his faraway eyes

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

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

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

And the sun on the
Setting like an ember to deep water
From to black
But coming tomorrow on the horizon

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

This love, this
Blind, blood-diamond, this

love, this blind, blood-diamond
This puzzle I understand
That knows no faith and
And fails and again

at the sea
The night's deep
For one last time and
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
[Incomprehensible] Is