Luyện nghe bài hát What Child Is This

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Once outside he saw the hospital's
And went to information by the front
Who confirmed his son had a job there
And up on the seventh floor

So he took the elevator up to floor
Which was "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 rounds were about to
If he would like to her
She gladly take the father to him

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

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

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

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

"and does 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 himself when he was a man
Rocking back and forth in a 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 back and
finally, a dream was caught
But still at his rocking, his son kept
Till that poor child's trembling had also, finally,

Then the nurse softly
Into the ear
that a blind man could see
But the needed to hear

Whispered to him in room
with mankind's misbegotten
Something that the had known 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 that we are
And once more when we leave this

Your son has coming to this place
Since as long as I've working here
He's never a single day
In twenty years

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

child is this
Who is so blessed he all tomorrows?
Replacing tears reborn years
In hearts once dark and

this be Christ the king
Whose every breath the bring?
Could this be the face of god, 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 life begin?

Reading by the light of a lost 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 true in the back of my mind
As I search for a dream that words can no define

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

And the time and the
And the and the cost
And the and the dreams
Of each that is lost
And the of wings
In the cold air
As the snow it down
And visions everywhere

Reading by the 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 have your life begin

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
Reading by the of a lost christmas day
It