Luyện nghe bài hát This Strange Engine

There was a boy who came this world
At the hands of a holy woman in a holy
He wore a red coat and a bulldog
Saw them reflected in the of the lakes

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

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

And his on the other side of the world
On the ship's railings and far away tide
With the silent dry tear of home thoughts 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 play
Rows of empty hooks for the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

From the horizon came home the navy to the mine
the horizon to buried alive
Took his underground
Buried his treasure in his faraway

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

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

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

And the sun on the
Setting like an ember to deep water
crimson to black
But back tomorrow on the horizon

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

love, this inconvenient
Blind, blood-diamond, this

This love, blind, blood-diamond
puzzle I don't understand
That no faith and tries
And fails and again

at the sea
The dark deep
For one last time and
And and dies for you

And lies and is to
And is
And is not the
And is true, is
Is true, is true and
[Incomprehensible] Is