Luyện nghe bài hát This Strange Engine

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

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

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

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

The of the wax on the wooden floor
Mixture of polish and
No to fear or to play with
Rows of empty hooks for the

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

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

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

How I would cope the illusion?
In which direction would I
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 live 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 of each passing year
Seems to serve to confuse
Seems to serve to confuse

Daddy out the navy and took us
Away to his gray hometown
And he worked down on a coal mine for National
So that he could be

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

the horizon came home from the navy to the mine
From the horizon to alive
Took his underground
his treasure in his faraway eyes

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

Came down out of the sky, stung him in the
Again and again, pain, screaming like baptism
Intravenous Jesus 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 tales of Montego Bay, table mountain
fish, banana spiders, pots of paint

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

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

love, this inconvenient
Blind, blood-diamond, this

This love, this blind,
This puzzle I don't
That no faith and tries
And and tries again

at the sea
The dark deep
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 and lies
[Incomprehensible] Is