Luyện nghe bài hát This Strange Engine

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

Lived in the of the mountains
With the smells of
Dusty old leather and the polished of his bed

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

And his father on the other side of the
On the ship's and some far away tide
With the silent dry tear of thoughts from abroad
In his far away eyes, in his far eyes

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

An upright piano and the in the choir
Still remind him of before he was born
Remind him of before he was breathing
misty visions of God

Turn the into families, into villages of souls
in the air while they're sleeping
With their houses
Send to me the of Christmas
Whispering, "You're the one"

And ever I was a boy
I never that I belonged
everything they did to me
Was an to see

How I would cope with the
In direction would I jump
Would I do it all the
As the actors in the

Or would I spit it back at
And not get caught up in their
And according to my own
And not be used, not be

To find the truths
It was going to some time
Thirty five summers down the

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

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

There was a magical in the chrome
Of the of his Triumph motorbike
And a of oil and metal and the thrill
Of the hard holding tight

From the came home from the navy to the mine
the horizon to buried alive
Took his dream
his treasure in his faraway eyes

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

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

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

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

The blue fades to a point
Where it fade, it stayed blue
And stirred his red coat to this strange engine
love, this love

This love, inconvenient
Blind, blood-diamond, puzzle

This love, blind, blood-diamond
This puzzle I understand
That knows no faith and
And fails and tries

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

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