Luyện nghe bài hát What Child Is This

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

For what a clock without a chime
A useless thing that just keeps
moments that come and leave
But this chimes struck midnight
a lost christmas eve

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

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

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

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

When the father said 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"

the father tried asking another question
But the went 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 when it down 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 floor

So he took the elevator up to that
was marked "maternity"
And the man in his heart that 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 followed her to a large room
That to him seemed unusually
for several incubators glowing on the right
Each with a baby

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

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

We can give them no other drugs to their withdrawals
Since they are born premature and frail
And any form of pain
Could easily cause 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 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 in a rocking chair
A infant held in his hands

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

beauty comes too early
While its moment never
And beauty is always there
But seen, till it's too late

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

Where do we get our 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 we grieve
And in our lives we have missed
Those that in the dark, the angels

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

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

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

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

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

on
off
out
in

Could you be old
And have your just begin?

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

Tell me how times can this story be told
all of these years 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

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

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

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

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