Luyện nghe bài hát Childlike Faith In Childhood's End

(Hammill)

Existence is a on which we pass,
a sleepwalk trick for mind and
hopeless, I know,
but onward I go
and try to make a
at something more than day-to-day
chased by final death.
If I this the sum
of the life to which come
I wouldn't my breath.
Somehow, there be more.
There was a time when more was than
known,
but now, inside my sett,
in more mundane, thought rattles round
my
we live, we die...and

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

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

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

We might not be to share it
if eternity's a
but I think that I can it
if the life is the best.
if there is a heaven when 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 very here,
our only what lies behind the dark.
Still, I I can cling to a lifeline,
think of a which means more
than my own
dreams of a thing than we are.
Time and Space 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 know we shall scale the heights
day.
in the silence-
frightened, but thinking hard,
let us make of the stars.

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

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

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

And though dark is the
and the peak's breaks my heart,
for I never see it, still I play my part,
believing that waits for us
is the cosmos to the dust of the
past...
in the death of Human life shall start