Luyện nghe bài hát This Strange Engine

There was a boy who came into this
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
With the smells of
Dusty old leather and the polished of his bed

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

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

The of the wax on the wooden floor
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 him of just before he was born
Remind him of just before he was
Strange misty of God

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

And ever I was a boy
I felt that I belonged
everything they did to me
Was an to see

How I would cope with the
In which direction I jump
Would I do it all the
As the actors in the

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

To find the truths
It was going to some time
Thirty five summers the line

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

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

There was a purple in the chrome
Of the exhaust of his motorbike
And a warmth of oil and and the thrill
Of the hard holding tight

From the 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 of a half remembered afternoon
A cloud of with no particular aim and no brain
Found the boy, that his time had come

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

Oh, Mummy, Daddy, will you sit a while 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 an ember thrown to deep water
From crimson to
But coming back tomorrow on the

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

This love, this
Blind, blood-diamond, this

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

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

And and is to blame
And is
And is not the
And is true, is
Is true, is and lies
[Incomprehensible] Is