Luyện nghe bài hát This Strange Engine

There was a boy who came into this
At the hands of a woman in a holy place
He a red coat and walked a bulldog
Saw them in the mirror of the lakes

Lived in the shadow of the
With the smells of
Dusty old leather and the wood of his bed

No than a baby feeding swans on the river
the hands of his mother
And the wax paper bag of yesterday's

And his father on the other of the world
On the railings and some far away tide
With the silent dry tear of home thoughts from
In his far away eyes, in his far away

The of the wax on the wooden floor
of polish and soap
No children to fear or to with
Rows of empty hooks for the

An upright piano and the boys in the
Still him of just before he was born
him of just before he was breathing
Strange visions of God

the cities into families, into villages of souls
Hovering in the air while they're
With their invisible
to me the ghosts of Christmas
Whispering, "You're the one"

And since I was a boy
I never felt I belonged
Like everything did to me
Was an to see

How I would cope with the
In which direction I jump
I do it all the same
As the in the game?

Or would I spit it at them
And not get caught up in rules?
And according to my own
And not be used, not be

To find the fundamental
It was going to take some
Thirty summers down the line

The wisdom of each year
Seems to serve only to
to serve only to confuse

Daddy came out the and took us
Away to his dirty gray
And he down on a coal mine for National Service
So he could be around

was a magical purple in the chrome
Of the of his Triumph motorbike
And a warmth of oil and and the thrill
Of the corner holding tight

From the horizon came home from the to the mine
From the horizon to alive
his dream underground
Buried his in his faraway eyes

And one day as the boy lay
In the sunshine of a half afternoon
A cloud of bees no particular aim and no brain
Found the boy, that his time had come

Came down out of the sky, stung him in the
Again and again, blue pain, screaming baptism
Intravenous Jesus being chosen
Something with no brain, blue
It's happening again, it's happening

Oh, Mummy, Daddy, will you sit a with me?
Oh Mummy, Daddy, you jog my memory?
Tell me tall of Montego Bay, table mountain
Flying fish, banana spiders, of paint

And the sun on the
Setting like an ember thrown to deep
crimson to black
But coming tomorrow on the horizon

The blue pain fades to a
Where it doesn't fade, it blue
And stirred his red coat heart to strange engine
This love, this

This love, this
Blind, blood-diamond, puzzle

This love, this blind,
This I don't understand
That knows no and tries
And and tries again

at the sea
The night's dark
For one last time and
And and dies for you

And lies and is to
And is
And is not the
And is true, is
Is true, is and lies
Is true