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 and walked a bulldog
Saw them reflected in the mirror of the

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 swans on the
the hands of his mother
And the wax paper bag of yesterday's

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

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

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

And ever I was a boy
I never that I belonged
Like they did to me
Was an to see

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

Or would I spit it 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 to take some time
Thirty five summers down the

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

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

There was a magical in the chrome
Of the exhaust of his Triumph
And a of oil and metal and the thrill
Of the hard corner holding

From the horizon came from the navy to the mine
From the horizon to buried
Took his underground
Buried his treasure in his eyes

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

Came down out of the sky, stung him in the
and again, blue pain, screaming like baptism
Intravenous Jesus like chosen
Something with no brain, blue
It's again, it's 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
Flying fish, banana spiders, of paint

And the sun on the
Setting an ember thrown to deep water
crimson to black
But coming back on the horizon

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

This love, inconvenient
Blind, blood-diamond, puzzle

This love, blind, blood-diamond
This I don't understand
That knows no faith and
And fails and again

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

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