Luyện nghe bài hát What Child Is This

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

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

And when the chime had spoken
And the twelfth bell had finally
The indecision in the was broken
He now knew 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

When the dropped him off
At the house hotel
It was a rundown
a musty, rundown smell

And he for his son
From the night desk clerk
Who his son was not there
He was not from work

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

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

Once outside he saw the entrance
And went to information by the door
Who confirmed his son had a job there
And worked up on the floor

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 could not be

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

So he her to a large dark room
That to him seemed unusually
Except for several glowing on the right
Each with a baby

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

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

We can give them no other drugs to ease withdrawals
Since they are born and quite frail
And any of pain killer
Could easily cause small hearts to fail"

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

And the father saw his son
Who looked like himself when he was a man
back 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 newborn back and forth
Until finally, a was caught
But still at his rocking, his son faithfully
Till that poor child's had also, finally, left

Then the whispered softly
the father's ear
Something that a man could see
But the needed to hear

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Could be Christ 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 blessed he all tomorrows?
Replacing tears reborn years
In hearts once 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 life away
As he by the light
Of a faraway

on
off
out
in

Could you be old
And have your just begin?

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

Tell me how many times can this be told
After all of these years it all sound so old
But it somehow rings 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
Reading by the of a lost christmas day

And the time and the
And the and the cost
And the and the dreams
Of child that is lost
And the whisper of
In the cold air
As the it comes down
And visions everywhere

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

Reading by the light of a christmas day
It
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