Luyện nghe bài hát This Strange Engine

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

in the shadow of the mountains
With the smells of
old leather and the polished wood of his bed

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To the fundamental truths
It was going to take some
Thirty five summers the line

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

Daddy out the navy and took us
Away to his dirty hometown
And he worked down on a coal mine for National
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 corner holding

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

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

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

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

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

This love, this
Blind, blood-diamond, this

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

at the sea
The dark deep
For one time 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 and lies
[Incomprehensible] Is