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 of the mountains
With the of disinfectant
Dusty old and the polished wood of his bed

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

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

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

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

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

And since I was a boy
I felt that I belonged
Like they did to me
Was an to see

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

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

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

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

Daddy came out the and took us
to his dirty gray hometown
And he down on a coal mine for National Service
So that he 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 corner holding tight

From the horizon came home from the navy to the
From the horizon to alive
Took his dream
Buried his treasure in his faraway

And one day as the boy lay
In the sunshine of a half afternoon
A cloud of bees with no 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 baptism
Intravenous 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, pots of

And the sun on the
Setting an ember thrown to deep water
crimson to black
But coming tomorrow on the horizon

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

love, this inconvenient
Blind, blood-diamond, this

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

at the sea
The night's deep
For one last 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 true and
Is true