Luyện nghe bài hát This Strange Engine

There was a boy who came into this
At the hands of a holy woman in a holy
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 feeding swans on the
Holding the of his mother
And the wax paper bag of bread

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

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

An upright and the boys 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 houses
to me the ghosts of Christmas
Whispering, "You're the one"

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

How I cope with the illusion?
In which 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 their
And live to my own
And not be used, not be

To find the truths
It was going to some time
Thirty summers down the line

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This love, this
Blind, blood-diamond, puzzle

This love, this blind,
This I don't understand
That knows no and tries
And and tries again

at the sea
The dark deep
For one last and bleeds
And bleeds and for you

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