Luyện nghe bài hát This Strange Engine

There was a boy who came into world
At the hands of a holy woman in a holy
He wore a red coat and walked a
Saw reflected in the mirror of the lakes

in the shadow 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
Holding the of his mother
And the wax paper bag of bread

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

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

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

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

And since I was a boy
I never that I belonged
everything they did to me
Was an to see

How I would cope the illusion?
In direction would I jump
Would I do it all the
As the in the game?

Or would I it back at them
And not get up in their rules?
And live 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 of each passing year
Seems to only to confuse
Seems to serve to confuse

Daddy came out the and took us
Away to his 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 hard corner tight

From the horizon came home from the to the mine
From the horizon to buried
Took his dream
his treasure in his faraway eyes

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

down out of the sky, stung him in the face
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, you jog my memory?
me tall tales of Montego Bay, table mountain
Flying fish, banana spiders, pots of

And the sun on the
like an ember thrown to deep water
From crimson to
But coming back 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
love, this love

This love, this
Blind, blood-diamond, puzzle

love, this blind, blood-diamond
This puzzle I understand
That no faith and tries
And fails and again

at the sea
The dark 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