Luyện nghe bài hát What Child Is This

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

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

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

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

When the taxi 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 his son was not there
He was not back work

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

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

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

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

But the nurse on duty that he did
And since her rounds about to begin
If he like to follow 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 a trembling baby

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

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

We can give them no other to ease their withdrawals
Since they are born and quite frail
And any of pain killer
Could 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 left corner of the

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

And in his the child did not cry
But to silent lullabies
And his son that newborn back and forth
Until finally, a was caught
But at his rocking, his son faithfully kept
that poor child's trembling had also, finally, left

Then the whispered softly
the father's ear
Something a blind man could see
But the father to hear

Whispered to him in this
Filled with mankind's
that 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 the day that we are born
And once when we leave this life

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

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

the nurse noticed the father
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
Between the past and caught
Not what to do
As his flooded with so many thoughts

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

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

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

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

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

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

child is this
Who is so he changes all tomorrows?
Replacing tears with reborn
In once dark and hollow

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

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 have your just begin?

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

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

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

And the time and the
And the and the cost
And the hopes and the
Of each child that is
And the whisper of
In the cold air
As the it comes 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 slips
As he reads by the
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 of a lost christmas day
It
Reading by the light of a christmas day
It
Reading by the of a lost christmas day
It