Luyện nghe bài hát What Child Is This

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

For what good's a clock a chime
A useless thing that keeps time
Recording moments that come and
But this clock's struck midnight
a lost christmas eve

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

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

When the taxi him off
At the boarding house
It was a building
With a musty, rundown

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

the father said that was impossible
The clerk replied, "I'm not here to
But he works at the hospital, 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 clerk went to watching his T-V
Which was also playing, "how the Grinch christmas"
And the father mused, "this has no sympathy,
Well, at least not when it down to me"

outside he saw the hospital's entrance
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 that
was marked "maternity"
And the man knew in his heart that was a mistake
For his son working could not be

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

So he her to a large dark room
That to him seemed unusually
Except for several incubators glowing on the
with a trembling baby

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

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

We can give them no drugs to ease 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 looked himself when he was a younger man
back and forth in a rocking chair
A infant held in his hands

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then the noticed the father
to choke back the things he now felt
So mentioning she had to continue her
She quietly excused

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

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

Look! there is a
It has just away
And so we our lives
In ordinary ways

Where do we get our dreams
Where do we get our
Is it something we are born with
Or is it something for we must wait?

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

child is this
Who to rest
That I now find here
Do angels keep the dreams we
While our hearts lie

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

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 your life just begin?

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

me how many times can this story be told
After all of these years it all sound so old
But it somehow rings 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 lost day

And the time and the
And the and the cost
And the hopes and the
Of child that is lost
And the whisper of
In the winter's air
As the it comes down
And appear everywhere

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

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 your life just begin

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