Luyện nghe bài hát What Child Is This

The old man stood thinking
staring in that old toy shop
With its carousel turning round
In front of a music box

For good's a clock without a chime
A thing that just keeps time
Recording moments that come and
But this clock's chimes struck
a lost christmas eve

And when the final had spoken
And the twelfth bell had finally
The indecision in the father was
He now what had to be done

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

the taxi dropped him off
At the boarding hotel
It was a building
With a musty, rundown

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

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

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

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

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

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

So he followed her to a large room
That to him unusually empty
Except for several glowing on the right
Each a trembling baby

These infants were all frail
And obviously in incredible
And this sight cut deep that father's soul
And he the nurse, please, to explain

"these children were born to
Who addicted to crack cocaine
And these children are born in withdrawal
For that drug is still deep in veins

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

"and does 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 left corner of the

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

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

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

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

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

Your son has 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 he does not keep
For he leaves this maternity room
Until every last is asleep"

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

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

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

Look! there is a
It has just slipped
And so we our lives
In such ordinary

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

The mist of things we believed
The childhood for which we grieve
And in our could we have missed
that in the dark, the angels kiss

What is this
Who to rest
That I now find here
Do angels the dreams we seek
While our hearts lie

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

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

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

In the of the night
As his slips away
As he reads by the
Of a star

on
off
out
in

Could you be old
And have your life begin?

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

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

Reading by the of a lost christmas day
And the
Reading by the light of a lost 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 cold air
As the snow it comes
And appear everywhere

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

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