Luyện nghe bài hát What Child Is This

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

For good's a clock without a chime
A useless that just keeps time
Recording that come and leave
But this clock's chimes struck
a lost christmas 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 a yellow cab
And prayed it might lead
Through all this snow and streetlight
To a he might retrieve

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

And he for his son
From the night desk clerk
Who said his son was not
He was not back from

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

the father tried asking another question
But the went back to watching 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 he saw the hospital's entrance
And went to information by the door
Who that his son had a job there
And worked up on the floor

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

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

So he followed her to a large room
to him seemed unusually empty
Except for several incubators glowing on the
with a trembling baby

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

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

We can give them no other to ease their withdrawals
Since they are premature and quite frail
And any form of killer
easily 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 single
But nodded to the far corner of the room

And the father saw his son
Who like himself 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 to silent lullabies
And his son rocked newborn back and forth
Until finally, a was caught
But still at his rocking, his son faithfully
Till poor child's trembling had also, finally, left

the nurse whispered softly
Into the ear
that a blind man could see
But the father needed to

to him in this room
Filled with mankind's
Something the father had known once
But had forgotten

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

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

He always promptly on time
But a time he does not keep
For he leaves this maternity room
Until every last is asleep"

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

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

Some beauty comes too
While its moment never
And some beauty is always
But seen, till it's too late

Look! is a moment
It has slipped away
And so we our lives
In such ways

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 your life begin?

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

Tell me how many times can this story be
After all of these years it all sound so old
But it somehow true in the back of my mind
As I for a dream that words 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 hopes and the
Of child that is lost
And the whisper of
In the winter's air
As the snow it down
And visions appear

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

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

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