Luyện nghe bài hát What Child Is This

The old man there thinking
While staring in that old toy
With its carousel still round
In front of a music box

For what a clock without a chime
A useless thing that just keeps
Recording moments that and leave
But this chimes struck midnight
a lost christmas eve

And when the chime had spoken
And the twelfth bell had rung
The indecision in the was broken
He now what had to be done

So he got a yellow cab
And prayed that it lead
Through all this and streetlight glow
To a past he might

When the dropped him off
At the boarding house
It was a building
With a musty, smell

And he for his son
From the hotel's night clerk
Who said his son was not
He was not from work

When the father said was impossible
The clerk replied, "I'm not to debate
But he works at the hospital, down the block
If you want you can sit here and
But he never till real late"

the father tried asking another question
But the clerk back to watching his T-V
Which was also playing, "how the stole christmas"
And the mused, "this movie has no sympathy,
Well, at least not when it down to me"

outside he saw the hospital's entrance
And went to by the front door
Who that his son had a job there
And worked up on the seventh

So he took the up to that floor
was marked "maternity"
And the man in his heart that this was a mistake
For his son working could not be

But the nurse on reconfirmed that he did
And her rounds were about to begin
If he would to follow her
She would take the father to him

So he followed her to a large room
That to him seemed empty
Except for several incubators glowing on the
with a trembling baby

These infants were all extremely
And in incredible pain
And this sight cut deep into that soul
And he asked the nurse, please, to

"these children born to mothers
Who were addicted to cocaine
And these are born in complete withdrawal
For that drug is still deep in their

We can give them no other drugs to their withdrawals
Since they are premature and quite frail
And any form of pain
Could cause their small hearts to fail"

"and what my son do here?"
The asked, "he is not a patient, I assume"
The did not say a single word
But nodded to the far corner of the room

And there the saw his son
Who looked himself when he was a younger man
Rocking back and forth in a rocking
A trembling infant in his hands

And in his arms the did not cry
But slept to silent
And his son rocked that newborn back and
finally, a dream was caught
But still at his rocking, his son faithfully
Till that poor trembling had also, finally, left

Then the whispered softly
Into the ear
Something that a blind man see
But the father to hear

Whispered to him in room
Filled mankind's misbegotten
Something the father had known once
But somehow had

She said, "it is this way each of us
We all to be held, at least twice
Once the day that we are born
And once when we leave this life

Your son has been coming to this
Since as long as I've working here
He's never a single day
In nearly twenty

He always arrives on time
But a card he does not keep
For he never this maternity room
every last child is asleep"

Then the nurse noticed the
Trying to choke back the he now felt
So mentioning she had to continue her
She quietly excused

So he was now alone in the
the past and future caught
Not what to do
As his mind with so many thoughts

Some beauty comes too
its moment never waits
And some beauty is always
But never seen, till too late

Look! is a moment
It has just away
And so we lose our
In such ways

Where do we get our dreams
do we get our faith?
Is it something that we are born
Or is it something for which we must

The mist of things we once
The childhood truths for we grieve
And in our lives we have missed
Those that in the dark, the kiss

What child is
Who to rest
I now find here sleeping?
Do angels keep the we seek
our hearts lie bleeding?

Could this be the king
Whose breath the angels bring?
Could be the face of god, this child, the son I once carried?

child is this
Who is so he changes all tomorrows?
Replacing tears with years
In hearts once and hollow

Could this be the king
every breath the angels bring?
Could this be the face of god, this child, the son I carried?

In the dead of the
As his life slips
As he by the light
Of a faraway

on
off
out
in

Could you be old
And your life just begin?

Reading by the light of a christmas day
It
by the light of a lost christmas day

Tell me how times can this story be told
After all of these years it should all so old
But it somehow true in the back of my mind
As I search for a dream words can no longer define

by the light of a lost christmas day
And the
by the light of a lost christmas day

And the and the years
And the tears and the
And the and the dreams
Of each child is lost
And the of wings
In the winter's air
As the it comes down
And visions everywhere

Reading by the light of a lost day
In the air
Reading by the light of a christmas day

In the dead of the
As his life away
As he by the light
Of a star

on
off
out
in

Could you be old
And have your just begin

Reading by the light of a lost day
It
Reading by the light of a lost day
It
Reading by the light of a lost day
It
Reading by the light of a lost day
It