Luyện nghe bài hát This Strange Engine

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

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

No more than a feeding swans on the river
Holding the of his mother
And the wax paper bag of bread

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

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

An upright and the boys in the choir
remind him of just before he was born
Remind him of just before he was
misty visions of God

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

And since I was a boy
I never felt I belonged
Like everything did to me
Was an to see

How I would cope with the
In which direction would I
I do it all the same
As the actors in the

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

To find the truths
It was to take some time
Thirty five down the line

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This love, this
Blind, blood-diamond, puzzle

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

at the sea
The dark deep
For one last time and
And and dies for you

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