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 coat and a bulldog
Saw reflected in the mirror of the lakes

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

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

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

The smell of the wax on the wooden
Mixture of and soap
No to fear or to play with
Rows of empty for the coats

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

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

And since I was a boy
I never felt that I
everything 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 actors in the

Or would I spit it back at
And not get caught up in their
And live to my own
And not be used, not be

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

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

Daddy out the navy and took us
Away to his dirty hometown
And he down on a coal mine for National Service
So that he could be

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

From the horizon home 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 cloud of 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 baptism
Intravenous like being chosen
Something with no brain, pain
It's happening again, it's again

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

And the sun on the
Setting an ember thrown to deep water
crimson to black
But coming back tomorrow on the

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

love, this inconvenient
Blind, blood-diamond, puzzle

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

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

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