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 coat and a bulldog
Saw them reflected in the of the lakes

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

No more than a baby swans on the river
the hands of his mother
And the wax paper bag of bread

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To find the fundamental
It was going to some time
Thirty five down the line

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

came out the navy and took us
Away to his gray hometown
And he down on a coal mine for National Service
So that he be around

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

From the came home from the navy to the mine
From the to buried alive
his dream underground
Buried his treasure in his faraway

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

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

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

And the sun on the
Setting like an thrown to deep water
From to black
But back tomorrow on the horizon

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

This love, inconvenient
Blind, blood-diamond, puzzle

This love, this blind,
puzzle I don't understand
That knows no and tries
And and tries 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 and lies
[Incomprehensible] Is