Luyện nghe bài hát What Child Is This

The old man stood there
While staring in that old toy
With its still turning round
In front of a box clock

For good's a clock without a chime
A thing that just keeps time
Recording moments that and leave
But this chimes struck midnight
a lost christmas eve

And when the chime had spoken
And the twelfth bell had rung
The in the father was broken
He now knew had to be done

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

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

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

When the said that was impossible
The replied, "I'm not here to debate
But he at the hospital, just down the block
If you you can sit here and wait
But he returns till real late"

Then the father tried asking 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 not when it comes down to me"

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

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

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

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

These infants were all extremely
And obviously in incredible
And this sight cut into that father's soul
And he the nurse, please, to explain

"these children were born to
Who were to crack cocaine
And these are born in complete withdrawal
For that drug is deep in their veins

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

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

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

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

the nurse whispered softly
Into the ear
that a blind man could see
But the father needed to

Whispered to him in this
with mankind's misbegotten
Something that the father had known
But somehow had

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

Your son has been to this place
Since as long as I've been working
He's never 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 last child is asleep"

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

So he was now in the darkness
Between the and future caught
Not knowing to do
As his mind flooded with so thoughts

Some comes too early
While its moment waits
And beauty is always there
But seen, till it's too late

Look! there is a
It has just away
And so we our lives
In such ways

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

The of things we once believed
The truths for which we grieve
And in our lives could we missed
that in the dark, the angels kiss

What is this
Who laid to
I now find here sleeping?
Do keep the dreams we seek
While our lie bleeding?

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

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

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 reads by the
Of a star

on
off
out
in

Could you be old
And have your 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 years it should all sound so old
But it somehow rings in the back of my mind
As I search for a that words can no longer define

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

And the and the years
And the tears and the
And the and the dreams
Of child that is lost
And the of wings
In the cold air
As the snow it down
And appear everywhere

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

In the of the night
As his life slips
As he reads by the
Of a faraway

on
off
out
in

Could you be old
And have your life just

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