Luyện nghe bài hát What Child Is This

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

For what good's a clock a chime
A useless thing that just time
Recording that come and leave
But this chimes struck midnight
Upon a christmas eve

And when the final had spoken
And the twelfth bell had rung
The indecision in the was broken
He now knew what had to be

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

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

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

the father said that was impossible
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 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 not when it comes down to me"

Once outside he saw the entrance
And went to information by the front
Who confirmed that his son had a job
And worked up on the seventh

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

But the nurse on duty that he did
And her rounds were about to begin
If he like to follow her
She would take the father to him

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

These infants all extremely frail
And obviously in incredible
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 cocaine
And these children are born in complete
For that drug is still in their veins

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

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

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

And in his arms the did not cry
But slept to silent
And his son that newborn back and forth
Until finally, a was caught
But still at his rocking, his son faithfully
Till that poor trembling had also, finally, left

the nurse whispered softly
Into the ear
Something that a blind man see
But the father to hear

to him in this room
Filled 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 the day that we are born
And once when we leave this life

son has been coming to this place
Since as as I've been working here
He's never missed a day
In nearly twenty

He arrives promptly on time
But a time card he not keep
For he never leaves this maternity
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 excused herself

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

Some beauty too early
While its moment never
And some beauty is always
But never seen, it's too late

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

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

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

What child is
Who to rest
I now find here sleeping?
Do angels the dreams we seek
our hearts lie bleeding?

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

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

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

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 life just begin?

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

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

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

And the time and the
And the tears and the
And the and the dreams
Of child that is lost
And the whisper of
In the cold air
As the it comes down
And visions appear

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

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 your life just begin

Reading by the light of a 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