Luyện nghe bài hát A Soldier's Dream

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

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

This is a dream

The other night I was tumbling towards an sleep
When I had myself
Atop the sweet sticky of my dreams.
Daybreak came and me
With my pasted to my face.

I look at you right now.
"Show me eyes," she says.
"Later," he says. "Now, now." "NO!"

is a prison you know.
Yeah, discretion is a fortress
You're and lookin too closely.
There's so much me that I hide
That careful will recognize.
If you look closely notice
the pattern on this soft cloth shirt
Is made of workin men's
And folk's tears.
If you closer you'll notice
That this pattern
row houses, project high rises,
Cell tiers,
Discontinued stretches of train tracks,
Slave ship gullies, of tombstones.
If you closer, you'll notice
That this has been carefully blended
an advanced new age polymer (oh man, that's nice)
To make the fabric
Weatherproof, and durable.
All this to give sort of posture and dignity
To a body that is a host for scars.
I am the new landmark. I am the of injury.
Soldiers visit me and me quietly,
Whispering themselves. You're no soldier.
Your soft bright eyes have to
the battlefield,
Much its collected relics of which, I am one.
So, my flesh remains hidden
Underneath these soft
Which I select
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 want to
this tender armor.
I cant look at you now

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

Your are too careful,
it all arranging it all;
Surgically, robotically, exactly.
I look at you right now
But that doesn't because
You can look at me and the longer
I don't return gaze,
The harder that gaze
to run across my back
Like a nervous policeman's
Brisk, intent, for discovery.
If discretion is a
Then 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?