Luyện nghe bài hát What Child Is This

The old man stood there
While in that old toy shop
With its carousel turning round
In front of a box clock

For what a clock without a chime
A thing that just keeps time
Recording that come and leave
But clock's chimes struck midnight
Upon a lost eve

And the final chime had spoken
And the bell had finally rung
The indecision in the was broken
He now knew had to be done

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

When the taxi him off
At the boarding house
It was a building
With a musty, rundown

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

When the father said was impossible
The clerk replied, "I'm not here to
But he works at the hospital, down the block
If you want you can sit here and
But he returns till real late"

Then the tried asking another question
But the clerk went back to his T-V
Which was also playing, "how the Grinch christmas"
And the mused, "this movie has no sympathy,
Well, at least not when it comes 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 knew in his heart this was a mistake
For his son working here not be

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

So he followed her to a dark room
That to him unusually empty
Except for several incubators on the right
Each with a trembling

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

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

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

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

And the father saw his son
Who looked like when he was a younger man
Rocking and forth in a rocking chair
A trembling held in his hands

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

the nurse whispered softly
Into the ear
Something that a man could see
But the needed to hear

Whispered to him in room
Filled with misbegotten
Something the father had known once
But had forgotten

She said, "it is this way with of us
We all need to be held, at least
Once upon the day we are born
And more when we leave this life

son has been coming to this place
Since as long as been working here
He's missed a single day
In twenty years

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

Then the noticed the father
Trying to choke the things he now felt
So mentioning she had to her rounds
She excused herself

So he was now alone in the
Between the past and caught
Not knowing to do
As his flooded with so many thoughts

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

Look! is a moment
It has just slipped
And so we lose our
In ordinary ways

do we get our dreams from?
Where do we get our
Is it that we are born with
Or is it something for we must wait?

The mist of we once believed
The truths for which we grieve
And in our lives could we missed
Those that in the dark, the kiss

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

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

What child is
Who is so blessed he all tomorrows?
Replacing tears reborn years
In hearts once and hollow

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

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

on
off
out
in

Could you be old
And your life just begin?

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

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

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

And the and the years
And the and the cost
And the and the dreams
Of each that is lost
And the of wings
In the winter's air
As the it comes down
And appear everywhere

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

In the dead of the
As his slips away
As he reads by the
Of a faraway

on
off
out
in

Could you be old
And have your just begin

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