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 I must go
and try to make a
at seeing something more than
chased by final death.
If I believed the sum
of the life to which we've
I wouldn't my breath.
Somehow, there be more.
There was a when more was felt than
known,
but now, inside my sett,
in light more mundane, rattles round
my
we live, we die...and

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

As anti-matter sucks and pulses
the bud unfolds, the bloom is dead, all
is history.
It seems as though must betray 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 don't yet know we are...
laughing, hoping, praying, joking, Son of Man!
With lowered eyes but hearts, we're
grains of
and though, in time, the sea may us for
its own
we are the rocks which root the - on us
it grows!

We might not be to share it
if a jest
but I think I can bear it
if the next is the best.
Even if there is a heaven we die
endless would be as meaningless as the lie
that always comes as answer to the
"Why do we see through the of creation?"

without a course, it's very lonely here,
our only conjecture what lies the dark.
Still, I find I can to a lifeline,
think of a lifetime means 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 mutated shall remain?
Though the of the city are denied to we
men of
still we know we shall scale the some
day.
Frightened in the
frightened, but very hard,
let us make of the stars.

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

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

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

And though is the highway
and the distance breaks my heart,
for I shall see it, still I play my part,
believing that waits for us
is the compared to the dust of the
past...
in the death of mere Human shall start