Luyện nghe bài hát This Strange Engine

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

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

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

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

The smell of the wax on the wooden
of polish and soap
No to fear or to play with
Rows of hooks for the coats

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

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

And ever I was a boy
I never felt I belonged
Like they did to me
Was an to see

How I would cope the illusion?
In which would I jump
Would I do it all the
As the actors in the

Or would I 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 going to some time
Thirty five summers down the

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

Daddy out the navy and took us
Away to his dirty gray
And he worked down on a mine for National Service
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 hard holding tight

From the horizon came home the navy to the mine
From the to buried alive
his dream underground
Buried his treasure in his eyes

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

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

Oh, Mummy, Daddy, will you sit a while me?
Oh Mummy, Daddy, you jog my memory?
Tell me tales of Montego Bay, table mountain
Flying fish, banana spiders, of paint

And the sun on the
Setting like an thrown to deep water
From to black
But back tomorrow on the horizon

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

love, this inconvenient
Blind, blood-diamond, this

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

at the sea
The night's deep
For one last time and
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
Is true