Luyện nghe bài hát This Strange Engine

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

Lived in the of the mountains
the smells of disinfectant
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 ship's railings and some far tide
With the silent dry tear of home thoughts abroad
In his far away eyes, in his far away

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

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

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

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

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

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

To find the fundamental
It was going to some time
Thirty five down the line

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

came out the navy and took us
Away to his gray hometown
And he worked down on a mine for National Service
So that he be around

was a magical purple in the chrome
Of the exhaust of his motorbike
And a warmth of oil and metal and the
Of the hard corner holding

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

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

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

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

And the sun on the
Setting an ember thrown to deep water
From to black
But coming back on the horizon

The blue pain to a point
it doesn't fade, it stayed blue
And stirred his red coat heart to this strange
love, this love

This love, inconvenient
Blind, blood-diamond, puzzle

This love, blind, blood-diamond
This puzzle I don't
That no faith and tries
And fails and tries

at the sea
The night's deep
For one last time and
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