Luyện nghe bài hát What Child Is This

The old man there thinking
While staring in that old toy
With its carousel still round
In front of a music box

For what good's a without a chime
A useless thing just keeps time
Recording moments come and leave
But this clock's struck midnight
Upon a christmas eve

And the final chime had spoken
And the twelfth had finally rung
The in the father was broken
He now what had to be done

So he got into a cab
And prayed it might lead
Through all this snow and streetlight
To a he might retrieve

the taxi dropped him off
At the house hotel
It was a rundown
a musty, rundown smell

And he for his son
From the hotel's night clerk
Who his son was not there
He was not from work

the father said that was impossible
The clerk replied, "I'm not to debate
But he works at the hospital, just down the
If you want you can sit here and
But he never returns till late"

Then the father tried another question
But the clerk went back to his T-V
Which was also playing, "how the Grinch christmas"
And the mused, "this movie has no sympathy,
Well, at least not it comes down to me"

Once outside he saw the hospital's
And went to information by the door
Who that his son had a job there
And up on the seventh floor

So he the elevator up to that floor
was marked "maternity"
And the man in his heart that this was a mistake
For his son working here not be

But the on duty reconfirmed that he did
And since her rounds were about to
If he would to follow her
She gladly take the father to him

So he followed her to a large room
That to him unusually empty
Except for several incubators on the right
Each a trembling baby

infants were all extremely frail
And in incredible pain
And this sight cut deep into father's soul
And he asked the nurse, please, to

"these children born to mothers
Who addicted to crack cocaine
And children are born in complete withdrawal
For that is still deep in their veins

We can give them no other drugs to ease withdrawals
they are born premature and quite frail
And any of pain killer
Could easily cause their hearts to fail"

"and what my son do here?"
The asked, "he is not a patient, I assume"
The nurse did not say a single
But nodded to the far corner of the room

And the father saw his son
Who like himself when he was a younger man
Rocking back and forth in a chair
A infant held in his hands

And in his arms the did not cry
But to silent lullabies
And his son rocked that newborn back and
Until finally, a dream was
But at his rocking, his son faithfully kept
Till that poor child's had also, finally, left

Then the nurse whispered
Into the ear
Something that a blind man see
But the father needed to

Whispered to him in room
Filled with misbegotten
Something that the had known once
But somehow had

She said, "it is way with each of us
We all to be held, at least twice
Once upon the day we are born
And once when we leave this life

Your son has coming to this place
Since as as I've been working here
He's missed a single day
In twenty years

He always arrives on time
But a time he does not keep
For he leaves this maternity room
Until every last is asleep"

Then the nurse noticed the
Trying to choke back the things he now
So mentioning she had to her rounds
She quietly excused

So he was now alone in the
Between the past and caught
Not knowing to do
As his mind flooded with so many

Some beauty too early
its moment never waits
And beauty is always there
But never seen, till too late

Look! is a moment
It has slipped away
And so we our lives
In such ways

Where do we get our from?
do we get our faith?
Is it something we are born with
Or is it for which we must wait?

The mist of we once believed
The childhood truths for which we
And in our lives we have missed
that in the dark, the angels kiss

What child is
Who to rest
I now find here sleeping?
Do angels the dreams we seek
While our lie bleeding?

Could be Christ the king
Whose breath the angels bring?
Could be the face of god, this child, the son I once carried?

What child is
Who is so blessed he all tomorrows?
Replacing tears with reborn
In hearts once dark and

Could be Christ the king
Whose every breath the bring?
Could this be the face of god, this child, the son I once

In the of the night
As his life away
As he by the light
Of a star

on
off
out
in

Could you be old
And your life just begin?

Reading by the light of a christmas day
It
by the light of a lost christmas day

Tell me how many times can story be told
After all of these years it should all so old
But it somehow rings in the back of my mind
As I search for a dream words can no longer define

Reading by the of a lost christmas day
And the
Reading by the light of a christmas day

And the time and the
And the tears and the
And the and the dreams
Of child that is lost
And the whisper of
In the cold air
As the it comes down
And visions everywhere

Reading by the light of a lost day
In the air
Reading by the light of a lost day

In the dead of the
As his life slips
As he reads by the
Of a star

on
off
out
in

Could you be old
And have life just begin

by the light of a lost christmas day
It
Reading by the light of a christmas day
It
Reading by the light of a lost day
It
by the light of a lost christmas day
It