Luyện nghe bài hát This Strange Engine

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

Lived in the shadow of the
the smells of disinfectant
Dusty old and the polished wood of his bed

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

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

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

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

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

And ever I was a boy
I never that 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 in the game?

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

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

Daddy out the navy 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 purple in the
Of the exhaust of his motorbike
And a of oil and metal and the thrill
Of the corner holding tight

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

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

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

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

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

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

This love, inconvenient
Blind, blood-diamond, puzzle

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

at the sea
The night's 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 true and
Is true