Luyện nghe bài hát A Soldier's Dream

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

Um, that 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 when 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 quiet or just at or
trying to be at peace. A lot of get it. A lot of common people 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 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 look at you now.
"Show me eyes," she says.
"Later," he says. "Now, now." "NO!"

Shame is a you know.
Yeah, well is a fortress
You're starin and too closely.
so much about me that I hide
That eyes will recognize.
If you look closely notice
That the pattern on this cloth shirt
Is made of workin sweat
And prayin tears.
If you closer you'll notice
That this pattern
Tenement row houses, high rises,
Cell tiers,
Discontinued of elevated train tracks,
ship gullies, acres of tombstones.
If you look closer, you'll
That this fabric has carefully blended
With an advanced new age (oh man, that's nice)
To make the fabric
Weatherproof, and durable.
All this to give some sort of and dignity
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 never have to
the battlefield,
Much less its collected of which, I am one.
So, my bullet-ridden remains hidden
these soft fabrics
Which I select
stand in for how I used to feel,
For how I feeling,
For how I about feeling,
For how I about you.
And now your curious fingers to search
Beyond this armor.
I cant at you right now

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

eyes are too careful,
Collecting it all arranging it
Surgically, robotically, exactly.
I look at you right now
But that doesn't matter
You can look at me and the that
I don't your gaze,
The that your gaze
Starts to run across my
a nervous policeman's hands:
Brisk, intent, for discovery.
If discretion is a
Then 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?