Luyện nghe bài hát What Child Is This

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

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

And when the final had spoken
And the twelfth had finally rung
The in the father was broken
He now knew had to be done

So he got a yellow cab
And prayed that it might
Through all this and streetlight glow
To a he might 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 desk clerk
Who said his son was not
He was not back from

When the father that 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 and wait
But he returns till real late"

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

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

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

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

So he followed her to a large dark
That to him unusually empty
Except for several incubators glowing on the
Each with a baby

These infants all extremely frail
And obviously in incredible
And this sight cut deep into that father's
And he asked the nurse, please, to

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

We can give them no other drugs to ease their
Since they are born premature and quite
And any form of killer
Could easily their small hearts 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 to the far left corner of the room

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

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

Then the nurse whispered
Into the ear
Something that a man could see
But the father to hear

Whispered to him in this
Filled mankind's misbegotten
Something that the had known once
But had forgotten

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

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

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

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

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

Some beauty too early
its moment never waits
And beauty is always there
But never seen, it's too late

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

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

The mist of things we believed
The childhood truths for which we
And in our lives could we have
Those that in the dark, the angels

child is this
Who to rest
That I now find here
Do angels the dreams we seek
While our lie bleeding?

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

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

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

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

on
off
out
in

Could you be old
And have your life begin?

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

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

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

And the and the years
And the and the cost
And the and the dreams
Of child that is lost
And the whisper of
In the winter's air
As the snow it comes
And visions appear

by the light of a lost christmas day
In the air
Reading by the light of a christmas 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 life just begin

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