Luyện nghe bài hát A Soldier's Dream

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

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

This is a soldier's

The other night I was tumbling an uneasy sleep
When I had myself
the sweet sticky firmament of my dreams.
Daybreak came and me
With my pasted to my face.

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

Shame is a you know.
Yeah, well is a fortress
starin and lookin too closely.
There's so about me that I hide
That careful will recognize.
If you closely you'll notice
That the pattern on this soft cloth
Is made of workin sweat
And prayin tears.
If you look closer notice
That this pattern
Tenement row houses, high rises,
block tiers,
Discontinued of elevated train tracks,
ship gullies, acres of tombstones.
If you closer, you'll notice
That this fabric has been carefully
With an new age polymer (oh man, that's nice)
To make the fabric
Weatherproof, and durable.
All this to give some sort of posture and
To a body that is a host for scars.
I am the new landmark. I am the of injury.
Soldiers me and admire me quietly,
amongst themselves. You're no soldier.
Your soft bright eyes never to
the battlefield,
Much less its collected of which, I am one.
So, my flesh bullet-ridden remains
Underneath 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 feel you.
And now your curious fingers want to
Beyond tender armor.
I look at you right now

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

Your are too careful,
it all arranging it all;
Surgically, robotically, exactly.
I can't at you right now
But doesn't matter because
You can at me and the longer that
I don't your gaze,
The that your gaze
to run across my back
Like a policeman's hands:
Brisk, intent, for discovery.
If discretion is a
Then threatening to destroy it
By standing at the gates
And to leave.
I look at you right now,
But you can at me. Do you see me?