Luyện nghe bài hát What Child Is This

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

For what good's a clock a chime
A thing that just keeps time
moments 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 in the father was broken
He now knew what had to be

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

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

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

When the father said that was
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 never returns till late"

Then the father tried another question
But the clerk went back to his T-V
Which was also playing, "how the 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 confirmed that his son had a job
And worked up on the seventh

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

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

So he her to a large dark room
That to him seemed empty
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 soul
And he the nurse, please, to explain

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

We can give them no other drugs to their withdrawals
they are born premature and quite frail
And any form of pain
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 corner of the room

And the father 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 arms the did not cry
But slept to silent
And his son rocked that newborn and forth
finally, a dream was caught
But still at his rocking, his son faithfully
Till that poor trembling had also, finally, left

Then the whispered softly
Into the ear
that a blind man could see
But the father to hear

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

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

Your son has been to this place
Since as long as been 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 never leaves maternity room
every last child is asleep"

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

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

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

Look! there is a
It has just slipped
And so we lose our
In such ordinary

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 story be
After all of these years it all sound so old
But it rings true in the back of my mind
As I search for a dream words can no longer define

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

And the time and the
And the and the cost
And the and the dreams
Of each child that is
And the whisper of
In the winter's air
As the snow it comes
And appear 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 reads by the
Of a faraway

on
off
out
in

Could you be old
And have life just begin

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