Luyện nghe bài hát What Child Is This

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

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

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

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

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

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

When the said that was impossible
The clerk replied, "I'm not to debate
But he works at the hospital, just down the
If you want you can sit here and
But he never returns till late"

Then the tried 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"

Once outside he saw the entrance
And went to by the front door
Who confirmed that his son had a job
And up on the seventh floor

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

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

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

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

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

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

"and what 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 the father saw his son
Who looked like when he was a younger man
Rocking back and forth in a rocking
A infant 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 dream was
But at his rocking, his son faithfully kept
that poor child's trembling 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
Filled with mankind's
Something that the father had once
But had forgotten

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

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

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

Then the noticed the father
to choke back the things he now felt
So she had to continue her rounds
She quietly excused

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

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

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

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

The mist of things we believed
The childhood truths for we grieve
And in our lives could we missed
Those in the dark, the angels kiss

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

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

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

Could this be Christ the
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 star

on
off
out
in

Could you be old
And your life just begin?

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

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

Reading by the light of a lost 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 whisper of
In the winter's air
As the snow it down
And visions everywhere

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

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

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