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 what good's a clock without a
A useless thing that keeps time
Recording moments that come and
But this clock's struck midnight
Upon a lost eve

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

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

the taxi dropped him off
At the boarding house
It was a building
a musty, rundown smell

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

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

Then the father tried asking question
But the clerk went to watching his T-V
was also playing, "how the Grinch stole christmas"
And the father mused, "this has no sympathy,
Well, at least not when it 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 elevator up to 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 that he did
And since her rounds were about to
If he would to follow her
She would take the father to him

So he followed her to a dark room
That to him seemed empty
Except for several incubators glowing on the
Each with a trembling

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

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

We can give them no other drugs to their withdrawals
Since they are premature and quite frail
And any form of pain
easily cause their small hearts to fail"

"and does my son do here?"
The asked, "he is not a patient, I assume"
The did not say a single word
But to the far left corner of the room

And the father saw his son
Who looked himself when he was a younger man
back 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 rocked that newborn back and
finally, a dream was caught
But still at his rocking, his son kept
Till that poor trembling had also, finally, left

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

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

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

son has been coming to this place
Since as as I've been working here
He's missed a single day
In twenty years

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

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

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

Some comes too early
its moment never waits
And beauty is always there
But never seen, till too late

Look! is a moment
It has slipped away
And so we our lives
In ordinary ways

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

on
off
out
in

Could you be old
And have your life just

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

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

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

And the and the years
And the and the cost
And the hopes and the
Of each child is lost
And the of wings
In the cold air
As the it comes down
And visions appear

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

In the of the night
As his life away
As he reads by the
Of a star

on
off
out
in

Could you be old
And have your life begin

by the light 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