Luyện nghe bài hát A Soldier's Dream

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

Um, what that term they it post traumatic stress syndrome? That thing that
uh, soldiers will get. I think a lot of get that. It's like when you
experience somethin and uh, it affects you for a time afterwards. I guess
everything works that way. Certain things have more than others.
it visits you in your dreams or when 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 time common people are soldiers, that's the way it works
out.

is a soldier's dream

The other night I was tumbling towards an sleep
I had discovered myself
Atop the sweet firmament of my dreams.
Daybreak came and me
my fantasies pasted 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 discretion is a
You're starin and too closely.
There's so much about me I hide
That eyes will recognize.
If you look closely notice
That the pattern on this soft cloth
Is made of workin men's
And folk's tears.
If you look closer you'll
this 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
this fabric has been carefully blended
With an new age polymer (oh man, that's nice)
To the fabric lightweight
Weatherproof, and durable.
All this to give sort of posture and dignity
To a broken body that is a for scars.
I am the new landmark. I am the of injury.
Soldiers me and admire me quietly,
Whispering 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 select
stand 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 want to search
this tender armor.
I cant look at you now

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

eyes are too careful,
Collecting it all it all;
Surgically, robotically, exactly.
I can't at you right now
But that doesn't matter
You can look at me and the longer
I don't 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 simply at the gates
And to leave.
I look at you right now,
But you can at me. Do you see me?