Luyện nghe bài hát This Strange Engine

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

Lived in the of the mountains
the smells of disinfectant
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 paper bag of bread

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Daddy came out the and took us
Away to his gray hometown
And he worked down on a coal mine for Service
So that he could be

There was a purple in the chrome
Of the exhaust of his Triumph
And a warmth of oil and metal and the
Of the corner holding tight

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

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

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

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, banana spiders, pots of

And the sun on the
Setting like an ember thrown to water
From crimson to
But coming back on the horizon

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

love, this inconvenient
Blind, blood-diamond, puzzle

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

at the sea
The night's dark
For one last time and
And bleeds and for you

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