Luyện nghe bài hát This Strange Engine

There was a boy who came this world
At the hands of a holy in a holy place
He wore a red and walked a bulldog
Saw them in the mirror 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
Holding the hands of his
And the wax bag of yesterday's bread

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

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

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

Turn the cities into families, into villages of
Hovering in the air while sleeping
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 with the illusion?
In direction would I jump
I do it all the same
As the actors in the

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

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

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

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

There was a magical in the chrome
Of the exhaust of his motorbike
And a warmth of oil and and the thrill
Of the hard corner holding

From the came home from the navy to the mine
From the to buried alive
Took his underground
Buried his treasure in his eyes

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

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

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

And the sun on the
Setting like an ember thrown to deep
From crimson to
But back tomorrow on the horizon

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

This love, this
Blind, blood-diamond, puzzle

This love, blind, blood-diamond
This puzzle I understand
That no faith and tries
And and tries again

at the sea
The dark deep
For one last 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 true and
[Incomprehensible] Is