Luyện nghe bài hát Childlike Faith In Childhood's End

(Hammill)

Existence is a on which we pass,
a sleepwalk for mind and heart:
hopeless, I know,
but onward I go
and try to a start
at seeing more than day-to-day
survival by final death.
If I this the sum
of the life to which we've
I waste my breath.
Somehow, there be more.
There was a when more was felt than
known,
but now, inside my sett,
in light mundane, thought rattles round
my
we live, we die...and

In the beginning there was and destiny
but now path has reached the border, and
on our
is no way to face the future, it be.
Though the which hold us in place
last through eons in grace
we, too, wear the of creation.

As anti-matter sucks and pulses
the bud unfolds, the bloom is dead, all
is history.
It seems as though time must us, yet
we're
and I see no God to save us yet we

through the of progress
don't get us very far.
All illusion! All is
we yet know what we are...
laughing, hoping, praying, joking, Son of Man!
With lowered eyes but hearts, we're
of sand
and though, in time, the sea may us for
its own
we are the which root the future - on us
it grows!

We might not be to share it
if eternity's a
but I that I can bear it
if the life is the best.
Even if there is a heaven we die
endless bliss be as meaningless as the lie
that always as answer to the question
"Why do we see the eyes of creation?"

Adrift without a course, it's lonely here,
our only what lies behind the dark.
Still, I find I can to a lifeline,
think of a lifetime which more
than my own
dreams of a thing than we are.
and Space hang heavy on my shoulders:
when all life is who can say
no force shall remain?
the towers of the city are denied to we
men of
still we we shall scale the heights some
day.
Frightened in the
frightened, but very hard,
let us make of the stars.

Older, wiser, sadder, blinder, us run;
faster, longer, harder, stronger, now it
colour blisters, splinters gravitate
towards the centre, in splendour
disintegrate.
The universe now
and Man, too, take His place...
just a few last seconds
to in the waste
and the who were ourselves move on
reincarnation its now perfected song
and at we are free of the bonds of creation.

All the and gaolers, all the junkies and
too,
all the throng who danced a merry tune-
we can all be,
but we must rise above,
in the name of all and hope and love.
There's a time for all pilgrims, and a for
the too,
there's a time when we all will stand and

naked to the
naked, but in the overview...
as we Childhood's End we start anew.

And dark is the highway
and the peak's distance my heart,
for I never shall see it, still I my part,
believing what waits for us
is the compared to the dust of the
past...
in the death of mere Human life start