Luyện nghe bài hát What Child Is This

The old man stood thinking
While staring in old toy shop
its carousel still turning round
In of a music box clock

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

And when the final chime had
And the twelfth bell had finally
The indecision in the father was
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 past he might

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

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

When the father said that was
The replied, "I'm not here 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 father tried another question
But the clerk back to watching his T-V
Which was also playing, "how the stole 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 information by the door
Who confirmed that his son had a job
And worked up on the floor

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

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

So he followed her to a dark room
That to him unusually empty
Except for several incubators on the right
Each with a trembling

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

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

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

"and does 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 left corner of the

And the father saw his son
Who looked himself when he was a younger man
Rocking back and in a rocking chair
A trembling infant held in his

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

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

Whispered to him in this
with mankind's misbegotten
Something that the father had once
But somehow had

She said, "it is this way each 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 been to this place
Since as long as I've been working
never missed a single day
In nearly years

He arrives promptly on time
But a time card he does not
For he leaves this maternity room
Until every child is asleep"

the nurse noticed 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
the past and future caught
Not what to do
As his mind flooded so many thoughts

beauty comes too early
While its moment never
And some beauty is there
But never seen, till too late

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

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

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

child is this
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 be the face of god, this child, the son I once carried?

What is this
Who is so he changes all tomorrows?
Replacing tears with reborn
In hearts dark and hollow

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 just begin?

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

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

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

And the and the years
And the tears and the
And the hopes and the
Of each child is lost
And the whisper of
In the winter's air
As the snow it comes
And appear everywhere

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

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