Luyện nghe bài hát What Child Is This

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

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

And when the final had spoken
And the twelfth had finally rung
The in the father was broken
He now knew 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 might

When the 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 said his son was not
He was not back from

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

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

Once outside he saw the hospital's
And to information by the front door
Who confirmed that his son had a job
And worked up on the floor

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

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

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

infants were all extremely frail
And obviously in pain
And this sight cut deep into that soul
And he asked the nurse, please, to

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

We can give them no other to ease their withdrawals
Since they are premature and quite frail
And any form of pain
Could easily cause 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 word
But nodded to the far left corner of the

And the father saw his son
Who looked like himself when he was a man
Rocking back and forth in a rocking
A trembling held in his hands

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

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

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

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

Your son has been coming to this
Since as long as I've been working
never missed a single day
In nearly years

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

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

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

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

Look! is a moment
It has just slipped
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 truths for which we grieve
And in our lives we have missed
Those that in the dark, the kiss

What is this
Who to rest
That I now here sleeping?
Do angels the dreams we seek
While our hearts lie

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

What child is
Who is so blessed he all tomorrows?
Replacing with reborn years
In once dark and hollow

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

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

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 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 of my mind
As I search for a dream that words can no longer

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

And the time and the
And the tears and the
And the hopes and the
Of each that is lost
And the whisper of
In the winter's air
As the snow it comes
And visions appear

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

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