Luyện nghe bài hát What Child Is This

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

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

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

So he got a yellow cab
And prayed that it lead
Through all this snow and streetlight
To a past he might

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

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

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

Then the father tried asking question
But the clerk went to watching 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 hospital's
And went to information by the door
Who confirmed that his son had a job
And worked up on the floor

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

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

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

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

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

We can give them no other drugs to their withdrawals
Since are born premature 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 word
But nodded to the far corner of the room

And there the saw his son
Who looked like himself he was a younger man
back and forth in a rocking chair
A trembling infant 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 kept
Till that poor child's trembling had also, finally,

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

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

She said, "it is way with each 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 this
Since as long as I've been here
He's never missed a day
In nearly twenty

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

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

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

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

Look! is a moment
It has just away
And so we lose our
In such ways

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

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

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

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

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

In the dead of the
As his life away
As he by the light
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 lost day

Tell me how times can this story be told
After all of these years it should all 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
Reading by the light of a lost day

And the and the years
And the tears and the
And the and the dreams
Of each child that is
And the whisper of
In the winter's air
As the snow it comes
And visions appear

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

In the dead of the
As his life away
As he by the light
Of a faraway

on
off
out
in

Could you be old
And have your life just

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