Luyện nghe bài hát This Strange Engine

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

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

No more 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 and some far away tide
With the dry tear of home thoughts from abroad
In his far eyes, in his far away eyes

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

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

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

And ever I was a boy
I felt that I belonged
Like everything did to me
Was an to see

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

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

To the fundamental truths
It was going to take time
five summers down the line

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

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

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

From the horizon came from 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 sunshine of a half remembered
A cloud of bees with no particular aim and no
Found the boy, decided that his had come

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

Oh, Mummy, Daddy, will you sit a while me?
Oh Mummy, Daddy, you jog my memory?
me tall tales of Montego 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 coming tomorrow on the horizon

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

This love, inconvenient
Blind, blood-diamond, puzzle

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

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

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