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 walked a
Saw them reflected in the of the lakes

Lived in the of the mountains
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 on the other side of the world
On the ship's railings and some far away
With the silent dry tear of home thoughts abroad
In his far away eyes, in his far away

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

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

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

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

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

Or would I spit it back at
And not get up in their rules?
And according to my own
And not be used, not be

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, Mummy, Daddy, will you sit a while me?
Oh Mummy, Daddy, you jog my memory?
Tell me tall tales of Montego Bay, table
Flying fish, banana spiders, pots of

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

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

This love, this
Blind, blood-diamond, this

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

at the sea
The dark deep
For one last 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
[Incomprehensible] Is