Luyện nghe bài hát What Child Is This

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

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

And when the final chime had
And the bell had finally rung
The indecision in the father was
He now what had to be done

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

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

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

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

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

outside he saw the hospital's entrance
And went to information by the door
Who that 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 that this was a
For his son working could not be

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

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

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

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

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

"and does 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 there the saw his son
Who looked like himself he was a younger man
back and forth in a rocking chair
A trembling infant in his hands

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

Then the whispered softly
the father's ear
Something that a blind man see
But the needed to hear

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

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

Your son has been coming to this
Since as long as been working here
never missed a single day
In nearly years

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

Then the noticed the father
Trying to back the things he now felt
So she had to continue her rounds
She excused herself

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

Some beauty comes too
While its moment waits
And some beauty is there
But never seen, it's too late

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

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

The of things we once believed
The childhood truths for we grieve
And in our lives could we have
Those in the dark, the angels kiss

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

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

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

on
off
out
in

Could you be old
And have your just begin?

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

Tell me how many can this story be told
After all of these it should all sound so old
But it rings true in the back of my mind
As I for a dream that 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 and the years
And the tears and the
And the hopes and the
Of each child is lost
And the of wings
In the winter's air
As the it comes down
And visions appear

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

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

on
off
out
in

Could you be old
And have your life begin

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