Luyện nghe bài hát What Child Is This

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

For what a clock without a chime
A useless that just keeps time
Recording that come and leave
But clock's chimes struck midnight
Upon a lost eve

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

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

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

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

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 here and
But he never till real late"

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

Once he saw the hospital's entrance
And went to information by the door
Who confirmed his son had a job there
And worked up on the floor

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

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

So he her to a large dark room
to him seemed unusually empty
Except for several glowing on the right
Each a trembling baby

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

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

We can give them no drugs to ease their withdrawals
they are born premature and quite frail
And any of pain killer
Could easily cause their small 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 the father saw his son
Who looked like when he was a younger man
Rocking back and forth in a rocking
A trembling infant held in his

And in his arms the 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 faithfully
Till that child's trembling had also, finally, left

the nurse whispered softly
Into the ear
Something that a blind man 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 to be held, at least twice
Once upon the day we are born
And more when we leave this life

Your son has been to this place
Since as long as been working here
never missed a single day
In nearly twenty

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

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

So he was now alone in the
Between the and future caught
Not knowing to do
As his mind flooded so many thoughts

Some beauty comes too
its moment never waits
And some beauty is always
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 that we are born with
Or is it something for we must wait?

The of things we once believed
The childhood truths for we grieve
And in our lives we have missed
Those that in the dark, the angels

What child is
Who to rest
That I now find here
Do angels keep the we seek
While our hearts lie

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

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

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

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

on
off
out
in

Could you be old
And have life just begin?

Reading by the 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 years it should all sound so old
But it rings true in the back of my mind
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 it comes down
And visions everywhere

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

In the of the night
As his slips 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
by the light of a lost christmas day
It