Luyện nghe bài hát This Strange Engine

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

Lived in the of the mountains
With the of disinfectant
old leather and the polished wood of his bed

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

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

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

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

the cities into families, into villages of souls
Hovering in the air they're sleeping
their houses invisible
Send to me the of Christmas
Whispering, "You're the one"

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

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

Or I spit it back at them
And not get up in their rules?
And live to my own
And not be used, not be

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

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

Daddy out the navy and took us
to his dirty gray hometown
And he worked down on a coal for National Service
So that he could be

was a magical purple 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 horizon came home the navy to the mine
From the horizon to buried
Took his dream
Buried his treasure in his faraway

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

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

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

And the sun on the
Setting like an ember thrown to deep
From crimson to
But coming back tomorrow on the

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

This love, this
Blind, blood-diamond, this

love, this blind, blood-diamond
This I don't understand
That no faith and tries
And and tries again

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

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