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 front of a music box

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

And the final chime had spoken
And the twelfth bell had finally
The indecision in the was broken
He now what had to be done

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

When the dropped him off
At the house hotel
It was a building
a musty, rundown smell

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

When the father said that was
The clerk replied, "I'm not to debate
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 another question
But the went back to watching his T-V
Which was also playing, "how the Grinch christmas"
And the mused, "this movie has no sympathy,
Well, at not when it comes down to me"

Once he saw the hospital's entrance
And to information 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
Which was "maternity"
And the man knew in his heart that was a mistake
For his son working here not be

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

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

These were all extremely frail
And in incredible pain
And this sight cut deep into that soul
And he the nurse, please, to explain

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

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

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

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

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

to him in this room
Filled with mankind's
that the father had known once
But somehow had

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 more we leave this life

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The mist of things we once
The childhood for which we grieve
And in our lives could we missed
Those that in the dark, the kiss

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

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

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

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

In the dead of the
As his life away
As he by the light
Of a faraway

on
off
out
in

Could you be old
And your life just begin?

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

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

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

And the time and the
And the tears and the
And the and the dreams
Of each child that is
And the of wings
In the cold air
As the snow it down
And appear everywhere

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

In the dead of the
As his life away
As he reads by the
Of a faraway

on
off
out
in

Could you be old
And have your life 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