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 traumatic stress syndrome? That thing that
uh, soldiers will get. I think a lot of people get that. It's like 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.

is a soldier's dream

The night I was tumbling towards an uneasy sleep
I had discovered myself
Atop the sweet sticky 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 and lookin too closely.
There's so much about me that I
That careful will recognize.
If you look closely notice
the pattern on this soft cloth shirt
Is of workin men's sweat
And folk's tears.
If you look closer you'll
That pattern resembles
Tenement row houses, high rises,
block tiers,
Discontinued stretches of elevated tracks,
Slave gullies, acres of tombstones.
If you closer, you'll notice
this fabric has been carefully blended
With an advanced new age polymer (oh man, nice)
To make the fabric
Weatherproof, and durable.
All this to give some of posture 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,
Whispering amongst themselves. no soldier.
Your bright eyes never have to
the battlefield,
Much less its relics of which, I am one.
So, my flesh remains hidden
Underneath these fabrics
I carefully select
That stand in for how I to feel,
For how I feeling,
For how I dream feeling,
For how I about you.
And now your curious want to search
Beyond tender armor.
I cant at you right now

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

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