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. like 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 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 time common people are soldiers, just the way it works
out.

This is a dream

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

I cant at you right 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 much about me I hide
That careful will recognize.
If you look closely you'll
That the pattern on this soft cloth
Is made of men's sweat
And folk's tears.
If you look closer you'll
That this resembles
Tenement row houses, project rises,
block tiers,
Discontinued stretches of elevated tracks,
ship gullies, acres of tombstones.
If you look closer, notice
That this fabric has been blended
an advanced new age polymer (oh man, that's nice)
To the fabric lightweight
Weatherproof, and durable.
All this to some sort of posture and dignity
To a broken body 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 bullet-ridden remains hidden
Underneath these 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
this tender armor.
I cant at you right now

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

eyes 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 that your gaze
to run across my back
Like a nervous hands:
Brisk, intent, for discovery.
If discretion is a
you're threatening 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?