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 post traumatic stress That thing that
uh, will get. I think a lot of people get that. It's like when you
experience somethin and uh, it you for a long time afterwards. I guess
everything that way. Certain things have more impact than others.
Sometimes it visits you in your dreams or you're quiet or just at peace or
trying to be at peace. A lot of get it. A lot of common people get
it. A lot of the common people are soldiers, that's just the way it works
out.

This is a soldier's

The other night I was tumbling towards an uneasy
When I had myself
Atop the sweet sticky of my dreams.
Daybreak came and me
my fantasies 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, well discretion is a
You're starin and too closely.
There's so much me that I hide
That careful eyes recognize.
If you look closely you'll
That the pattern on this soft cloth
Is of workin men's sweat
And prayin tears.
If you look closer notice
That pattern resembles
Tenement row houses, high rises,
Cell tiers,
stretches of elevated train tracks,
Slave ship gullies, of tombstones.
If you closer, you'll notice
That this fabric has been blended
With an new age polymer (oh man, that's nice)
To make the fabric
Weatherproof, and durable.
All this to give some of posture and dignity
To a broken 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 soft eyes never have to
the battlefield,
Much less its relics of which, I am one.
So, my flesh bullet-ridden hidden
Underneath these fabrics
Which I carefully
That stand in for how I to feel,
For how I feeling,
For how I about feeling,
For how I about you.
And now your curious fingers to search
this tender armor.
I cant at you right now

(This is my rifle there are many 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 doesn't because
You can look at me and the longer
I return your gaze,
The harder your gaze
Starts to run my back
Like a policeman's hands:
Brisk, intent, for discovery.
If discretion is a
you're threatening to destroy it
By standing at the gates
And to leave.
I look at you right now,
But you can at me. Do you see me?