Luyện nghe bài hát This Strange Engine

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And since I was a boy
I never that I belonged
Like everything did to me
Was an to see

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

Or would I spit it 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 going to take some
Thirty five summers the line

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

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

There was a magical purple in the
Of the of his Triumph motorbike
And a warmth of oil and metal and the
Of the hard corner holding

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

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

Came out of the sky, stung him in the face
and again, blue pain, screaming like baptism
Intravenous Jesus like being
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 tales of Montego Bay, table
Flying fish, spiders, pots of paint

And the sun on the
Setting like an thrown to deep water
From crimson to
But coming back tomorrow on the

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

love, this inconvenient
Blind, blood-diamond, puzzle

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

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