Luyện nghe bài hát A Soldier's Dream

(Mos Def speaking)
I'm not gon a song or nothing.

Um, what that they call it post traumatic stress syndrome? That thing that
uh, soldiers will get. I think a lot of people get that. It's when you
experience somethin and uh, it you for a long time afterwards. I guess
everything works that way. Certain things more impact than others.
Sometimes it visits you in your dreams or you're quiet or just at peace or
trying to be at peace. A lot of soldiers get it. A lot of common get
it. A lot of the common people are soldiers, that's just the way it works
out.

is a soldier's dream

The other night I was tumbling an uneasy sleep
I had discovered myself
Atop the sweet sticky of my dreams.
Daybreak and discovered me
With my fantasies to my face.

I cant look at you now.
"Show me eyes," she says.
"Later," he says. "Now, now." "NO!"

is a prison you know.
Yeah, well is a fortress
You're starin and too closely.
There's so much me that I hide
That eyes will recognize.
If you look you'll notice
That the on this soft cloth shirt
Is made of workin men's
And folk's tears.
If you look you'll notice
this pattern resembles
Tenement row houses, high rises,
block tiers,
Discontinued stretches of train tracks,
Slave ship gullies, of tombstones.
If you look closer, notice
That this fabric has been blended
With an new age polymer (oh man, that's nice)
To make the lightweight
Weatherproof, and durable.
All this to give some of posture and dignity
To a broken that is a host for scars.
I am the new landmark. I am the of injury.
Soldiers me and admire me quietly,
Whispering themselves. You're no soldier.
Your soft bright eyes have to
the battlefield,
Much less its collected of which, I am one.
So, my flesh remains hidden
these soft fabrics
Which I carefully
That stand in for how I to feel,
For how I feeling,
For how I dream feeling,
For how I about you.
And now curious fingers want to search
Beyond tender armor.
I cant at you right now

(This is my there are many like it but this one is mine) 2x

Your are too careful,
Collecting it all arranging it
Surgically, robotically, exactly.
I can't look at you now
But that matter because
You can at me and the longer that
I don't return gaze,
The harder that your
Starts to run my back
Like a nervous hands:
Brisk, intent, for discovery.
If discretion is a
Then you're to destroy it
By simply at the gates
And to leave.
I can't look at you now,
But you can at me. Do you see me?