Luyện nghe bài hát This Strange Engine

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

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

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

And his father on the other side of the
On the railings 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
Mixture of polish and
No children to fear or to play
Rows of empty hooks for the

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

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

And since I was a boy
I felt that I belonged
everything they did to me
Was an to see

How I would cope with the
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 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 passing
Seems to serve only to
Seems to serve only to

came out the navy and took us
Away to his dirty hometown
And he down on a coal 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 and the thrill
Of the hard corner tight

From the came home from the navy to the mine
the horizon to buried alive
Took his underground
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, that his time had come

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

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

And the sun on the
Setting like an ember thrown to water
From to black
But coming tomorrow on the horizon

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

This love, this
Blind, blood-diamond, puzzle

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

at the sea
The dark 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
[Incomprehensible] Is