Luyện nghe bài hát This Strange Engine

There was a boy who came into this
At the hands of a holy in a holy place
He wore a red coat and a bulldog
Saw reflected in the mirror of the lakes

Lived in the of the mountains
With the smells of
Dusty old leather and the wood of his bed

No than 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 side of the
On the railings and some far away tide
With the silent dry tear of home from abroad
In his far eyes, in his far away eyes

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

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

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

And ever I was a boy
I never felt I belonged
everything they 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 their
And according to my own
And not be used, not be

To the fundamental truths
It was to take some time
Thirty five summers down the

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

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

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

From the horizon came home from the navy to the
the horizon to buried alive
Took his underground
his treasure in his faraway eyes

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

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

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

And the sun on the
Setting like an thrown to deep water
crimson to black
But coming back on the horizon

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

This love, inconvenient
Blind, blood-diamond, this

love, this 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 last time and
And and dies for you

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