Luyện nghe bài hát This Strange Engine

There was a boy who came into this
At the of a holy woman in a holy place
He wore a red and walked a bulldog
Saw them reflected in the mirror of the

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

No than a baby feeding swans 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 and some far away tide
With the silent dry tear of home thoughts abroad
In his far away eyes, in his far eyes

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

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

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

And ever I was a boy
I never that I belonged
Like they did to me
Was an to see

How I would with the illusion?
In which direction would I
Would I do it all the
As the in the game?

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

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

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

Daddy came out the navy and us
Away to his dirty gray
And he worked down on a coal mine for National
So he could be around

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

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

And one day as the boy lay
In the sunshine of a remembered afternoon
A cloud of bees no particular aim and no brain
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 being chosen
with no brain, blue pain
It's happening again, it's happening

Oh, Mummy, Daddy, you sit a while with me?
Oh Mummy, Daddy, you jog my memory?
Tell me tall tales of Bay, table mountain
Flying fish, spiders, pots of paint

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

The blue pain fades to a
Where it fade, it stayed blue
And stirred his red coat heart to this strange
This love, love

love, this inconvenient
Blind, blood-diamond, this

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

at the sea
The night's dark
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
Is true