Luyện nghe bài hát What Child Is This

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 returns till real late"

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

outside he saw the hospital's entrance
And went to information by the front
Who that his son had a job there
And worked up on the seventh

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

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

So he her to a large dark room
That to him unusually empty
Except for several incubators glowing on the
Each with a 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 were born to mothers
Who were addicted to cocaine
And these children are born in complete
For drug is still deep in their veins

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

"and does 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 chair
A trembling infant in his hands

And in his the child did not cry
But slept to silent
And his son that newborn back and forth
finally, a dream was caught
But still at his rocking, his son kept
Till that poor trembling had also, finally, left

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

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

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

Your son has been coming to 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 never leaves maternity room
Until every last is asleep"

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

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

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

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

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

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

What child is
Who to rest
I now find here sleeping?
Do angels keep the dreams we
our hearts lie bleeding?

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

What is this
Who is so blessed he changes all
Replacing with reborn years
In hearts once dark and

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

In the of the night
As his slips 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 christmas day

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

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

And the time and the
And the tears and the
And the and the dreams
Of each that is lost
And the of wings
In the winter's air
As the it comes down
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 life slips
As he reads by the
Of a star

on
off
out
in

Could you be old
And have your life just

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