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 reflected in the mirror of the lakes

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

No more than a baby feeding 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 ship's railings and some far tide
With the silent dry tear of thoughts from abroad
In his far eyes, in his far away eyes

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

An upright and the boys in the choir
Still him of just before he was born
him of just before he was breathing
Strange visions of God

Turn the cities into families, villages of souls
Hovering in the air they're sleeping
With houses 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 cope with the illusion?
In which direction would I
Would I do it all the
As the in the game?

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 truths
It was going to take time
Thirty five summers the line

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

came out the navy and took us
Away to his gray hometown
And he down on a coal mine for National Service
So he could be around

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

From the horizon came home from the to the mine
From the horizon to alive
Took his underground
Buried his in his faraway eyes

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

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

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

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

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

This love, inconvenient
Blind, blood-diamond, puzzle

love, this blind, blood-diamond
This puzzle I understand
knows no faith 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 and lies
[Incomprehensible] Is