Luyện nghe bài hát This Strange Engine

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And since 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 direction would I jump
Would I do it all the
As the actors in the

Or I spit it back at them
And not get up in their rules?
And according to my own
And not be used, not be

To find the truths
It was to take some time
Thirty five summers the line

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

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

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

From the horizon came from the navy to the mine
From the horizon to buried
Took his underground
Buried his treasure in his 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
the boy, decided that his time had come

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

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

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

This love, inconvenient
Blind, blood-diamond, puzzle

This love, this blind,
This puzzle I understand
That knows no and tries
And fails and again

at the sea
The night's dark
For one last and bleeds
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
[Incomprehensible] Is