Luyện nghe bài hát What Child Is This

The old man stood thinking
While staring in that old toy
With its still turning round
In front of a box clock

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

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

So he got into a cab
And prayed it might lead
Through all snow and streetlight glow
To a past he might

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

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

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

the father tried asking another question
But the clerk went back to 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"

Once outside he saw the hospital's
And went to by the front door
Who confirmed that his son had a job
And worked up on the floor

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

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

So he her to a large dark room
That to him seemed empty
for several incubators glowing on the right
Each a trembling baby

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

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

We can give no other drugs to ease their withdrawals
Since they are born and quite frail
And any of pain killer
Could cause their 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 word
But nodded to the far left of the room

And there the saw his son
Who looked like when he was a younger man
Rocking back and forth in a chair
A infant held in his hands

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

Then the nurse softly
the father's ear
Something that a blind man see
But the father to hear

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

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

son has been coming to this place
Since as long as I've been here
never missed a single day
In nearly twenty

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

Then the nurse the father
Trying to choke back the 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 comes too
its moment never waits
And some is always there
But never seen, it's too late

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

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

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

What is this
Who laid to
That I now here sleeping?
Do keep the dreams we seek
While our hearts lie

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

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

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

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 your life just begin?

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

Tell me how many times can this story be
After all of these it should all sound so old
But it somehow rings 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 tears and the
And the and the dreams
Of child that 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 christmas day
In the air
by the light of a lost christmas day

In the of the night
As his life slips
As he reads by the
Of a faraway

on
off
out
in

Could you be old
And have your life just

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