Luyện nghe bài hát This Strange Engine

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And since I was a boy
I felt that I belonged
Like everything did to me
Was an to see

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

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

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

The wisdom of each year
Seems to only to confuse
Seems to only to confuse

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

was a magical 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 horizon home from the navy to the mine
From the horizon to alive
his dream 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 with no aim and no brain
Found the boy, that his time had come

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

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

And the sun on the
Setting like an ember thrown to deep
From crimson to
But coming back tomorrow on the

The pain fades to a point
Where it doesn't fade, it 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 understand
That no faith and tries
And and tries again

at the sea
The night's 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
Is true