Luyện nghe bài hát What Child Is This

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

For what good's a without a chime
A thing that just keeps time
Recording that come and leave
But this chimes struck midnight
Upon a lost eve

And when the final had spoken
And the twelfth bell had finally
The indecision in the father was
He now knew what had to be

So he got into a cab
And prayed that it lead
all this snow and streetlight glow
To a past he retrieve

the taxi dropped him off
At the boarding hotel
It was a building
With a musty, smell

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

When the father that was impossible
The clerk replied, "I'm not here to
But he works at the hospital, down the block
If you want you can sit and wait
But he never returns real late"

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

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

So he took the elevator up to that
Which was "maternity"
And the man knew in his heart this was a mistake
For his son working could not be

But the nurse on reconfirmed that he did
And since her were about to begin
If he would like to her
She would gladly the father to him

So he followed her to a dark room
That to him seemed empty
Except for several glowing on the right
Each a trembling baby

These were all extremely frail
And obviously in incredible
And this sight cut deep into that soul
And he asked the nurse, please, to

"these children were born to
Who were addicted to crack
And these children are born in complete
For drug is still deep in their veins

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

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

And there the saw his son
Who looked himself when he was a younger man
Rocking back and in a rocking chair
A trembling held in his hands

And in his arms the did not cry
But slept to lullabies
And his son rocked newborn back and forth
Until finally, a was caught
But still at his rocking, his son faithfully
Till that poor child's trembling had also, finally,

Then the whispered softly
Into the ear
Something that a blind man see
But the needed to hear

to him in this room
Filled mankind's misbegotten
Something the father had known once
But somehow had

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

son has been coming to this place
Since as long as I've working here
He's never a single day
In twenty years

He arrives promptly on time
But a card he does not keep
For he never leaves this maternity
Until every last is asleep"

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

So he was now in the darkness
Between the past and caught
Not what to do
As his flooded with so many thoughts

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

Look! there is a
It has slipped away
And so we lose our
In ordinary ways

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

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

child is this
Who to rest
That I now find sleeping?
Do angels keep the dreams we
our hearts lie bleeding?

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

What is this
Who is so blessed he changes all
Replacing tears reborn years
In once dark and hollow

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

In the of the night
As his slips away
As he by the light
Of a faraway

on
off
out
in

Could you be old
And have your life just

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

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

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

And the and the years
And the and the cost
And the hopes and the
Of each child is lost
And the whisper of
In the cold air
As the it comes down
And visions appear

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

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

on
off
out
in

Could you be old
And have your life just

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