Luyện nghe bài hát A Soldier's Dream

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

Um, what term they call it post traumatic stress syndrome? That thing that
uh, soldiers will get. I think a lot of people get that. It's like you
experience and uh, it affects you for a long time afterwards. I guess
everything works that way. Certain things more impact than others.
Sometimes it visits you in dreams or when 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.

This is a dream

The night I was tumbling towards an uneasy sleep
I had discovered myself
Atop the sweet firmament of my dreams.
Daybreak came and 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
starin and lookin too closely.
There's so about me that I hide
That careful will recognize.
If you look closely notice
That the pattern on soft cloth shirt
Is made of workin men's
And folk's tears.
If you look closer notice
That pattern resembles
Tenement row houses, high rises,
block tiers,
Discontinued stretches of elevated tracks,
ship gullies, acres of tombstones.
If you closer, you'll notice
That fabric has been carefully blended
With an new age polymer (oh man, that's nice)
To make the lightweight
Weatherproof, and durable.
All to give some sort of posture and dignity
To a body that is a host for scars.
I am the new landmark. I am the of injury.
visit me and admire me quietly,
Whispering themselves. You're no soldier.
Your soft eyes never have to
the battlefield,
Much less its collected of which, I am one.
So, my bullet-ridden remains hidden
Underneath these fabrics
Which I select
stand in for how I used to feel,
For how I feeling,
For how I about feeling,
For how I feel you.
And now your curious fingers want to
Beyond this armor.
I cant at you right now

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

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