Luyện nghe bài hát This Strange Engine

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

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

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

And his father on the side of the world
On the ship's railings and far away 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 floor
Mixture of polish and
No children to fear or to play
Rows of empty hooks for the

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

the cities into families, into villages of souls
Hovering in the air they're sleeping
With their invisible
Send to me the ghosts of
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 would with the illusion?
In which direction would I
I do it all the same
As the in the game?

Or would I spit it back at
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 summers down the

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

Daddy 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 purple in the chrome
Of the of his Triumph motorbike
And a of oil and metal 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 of a half 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, stung him in the
Again and again, pain, screaming like baptism
Intravenous like being chosen
Something no brain, blue pain
It's happening again, happening again

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

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

The blue pain to a point
Where it fade, it stayed blue
And stirred his red heart to this strange engine
This love, this

This love, inconvenient
Blind, blood-diamond, puzzle

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

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

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