Luyện nghe bài hát A Soldier's Dream

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

Um, what that term 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
somethin and uh, it affects you for a long time afterwards. I guess
everything works that way. Certain things have more than others.
Sometimes it visits you in your dreams or when you're 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, that's 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 and discovered 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, discretion is a fortress
starin and lookin too closely.
There's so much about me I hide
That careful will recognize.
If you look closely notice
That the pattern on this soft shirt
Is of workin men's sweat
And folk's tears.
If you closer you'll notice
That this resembles
Tenement row houses, high rises,
Cell tiers,
Discontinued stretches of train tracks,
ship gullies, acres of tombstones.
If you look closer, notice
That fabric has been carefully blended
an advanced new age polymer (oh man, that's nice)
To the fabric lightweight
Weatherproof, and durable.
All to give some sort of posture and dignity
To a broken body that is a 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 relics of which, I am one.
So, my flesh bullet-ridden remains
these soft fabrics
Which I carefully
That 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
this tender armor.
I cant at you right now

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

Your are too careful,
it all arranging it all;
Surgically, robotically, exactly.
I can't at you right now
But that doesn't because
You can look at me and the that
I don't return gaze,
The harder that gaze
Starts to run my back
a nervous policeman's 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 at you right now,
But you can at me. Do you see me?