Luyện nghe bài hát What Child Is This

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

For what good's a clock without a
A thing that just keeps time
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 indecision in the father was
He now knew had to be done

So he got a yellow cab
And prayed that it might
Through all this snow and glow
To a he might retrieve

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

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

When the said that was impossible
The clerk replied, "I'm not to debate
But he works at the hospital, down the block
If you want you can sit and wait
But he returns till real late"

Then the father tried asking another
But the clerk went back to his T-V
Which was playing, "how the Grinch stole christmas"
And the mused, "this movie has no sympathy,
Well, at least not it comes down to me"

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

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

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

So he followed her to a large dark
That to him seemed unusually
for several incubators glowing on the right
Each with a baby

These infants were all extremely
And in incredible pain
And this sight cut deep into that father's
And he asked the nurse, please, to

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

We can give them no other drugs to their withdrawals
Since they are born premature and frail
And any form of killer
Could easily cause their 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 corner of the

And there the saw his son
Who like himself when he was a younger man
Rocking back and in a rocking chair
A trembling infant in his hands

And in his the child did not cry
But slept to lullabies
And his son rocked newborn back and forth
finally, a dream was caught
But still at his rocking, his son faithfully
Till that child's trembling had also, finally, left

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

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

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

Your son has been coming to place
Since as long as I've been working
He's never missed a day
In twenty years

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What child is
Who laid to
That I now here sleeping?
Do angels keep the we seek
While our lie bleeding?

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

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

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

In the dead of the
As his slips 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 of a lost christmas day

me how many 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 light of a lost day
And the
Reading by the light of a 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

by the light of a lost christmas 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 star

on
off
out
in

Could you be old
And your life just begin

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