Luyện nghe bài hát What Child Is This

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

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

And when the final chime had
And the bell had finally rung
The indecision in the father was
He now knew had to be done

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

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

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

When the father said was impossible
The clerk replied, "I'm not to debate
But he works at the hospital, just the block
If you you can sit here and wait
But he never till real 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 mused, "this movie has no sympathy,
Well, at least not 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 took the up to that floor
Which was "maternity"
And the man knew in his that this was a mistake
For his son here could not be

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

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

These were all extremely frail
And obviously in incredible
And this cut deep into that father's soul
And he the nurse, please, to explain

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

We can give them no drugs to ease their withdrawals
Since they are premature and quite frail
And any form of killer
Could cause their small 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 corner of the room

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

And in his the child did not cry
But slept to lullabies
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
Into the ear
Something that a blind man see
But the needed to hear

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

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 leave this

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

He always promptly on time
But a time card he does not
For he never leaves maternity room
Until every last is asleep"

Then the noticed the father
Trying to choke back the things he now
So mentioning she had to her rounds
She quietly herself

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

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

Look! is a moment
It has slipped away
And so we lose our
In such ordinary

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

The mist of we once believed
The truths for which 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
While our lie bleeding?

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

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

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

In the dead of the
As his life slips
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 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 that 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 and the cost
And the hopes and the
Of child that is lost
And the of wings
In the cold air
As the it comes down
And visions everywhere

Reading by the of a lost 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 have your life just

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