Luyện nghe bài hát What Child Is This

The old man stood thinking
While staring in that old toy
With its still turning round
In front of a box clock

For what good's a without a chime
A useless thing that keeps time
Recording that come and leave
But this clock's struck midnight
a lost christmas eve

And when the 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 into a cab
And prayed it might lead
all this snow and streetlight glow
To a past he might

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

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

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

Then the father tried asking another
But the clerk went back to his T-V
was also playing, "how the Grinch stole christmas"
And the mused, "this movie has no sympathy,
Well, at not when it comes down to me"

Once outside he saw the entrance
And to information by the front door
Who that his son had a job there
And worked up on the floor

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

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

So he followed her to a large dark
That to him seemed unusually
Except for several incubators on the right
Each with a baby

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

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

We can give them no drugs to ease their withdrawals
Since they are born premature and quite
And any form of killer
Could easily cause their hearts to fail"

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

And there the saw his son
Who looked like himself he was a younger man
back and forth in a rocking chair
A trembling infant held in his

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

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

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

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

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

He arrives 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 choke back the things he now
So she had to continue her rounds
She excused herself

So he was now in the darkness
Between the and future caught
Not knowing to do
As his mind with so many thoughts

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

Look! there is a
It has slipped away
And so we our lives
In such ordinary

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 wait?

The of things we once believed
The truths for which we grieve
And in our lives could we missed
Those that in the dark, the angels

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

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

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

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

In the dead of the
As his life slips
As he reads by the
Of a star

on
off
out
in

Could you be old
And have your life begin?

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

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

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

And the and the years
And the and the cost
And the and the dreams
Of child that is lost
And the of wings
In the winter's air
As the it comes down
And visions everywhere

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 slips
As he reads by the
Of a star

on
off
out
in

Could you be old
And your life just begin

Reading by the light of a lost 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