Luyện nghe bài hát Lemmings (incorporating Cog)

I stood alone upon the cliff-top,
looked down, around, and all I could see
were those that I dearly love to share with
on quite blindly to the sea....
I tried to ask what game was,
but knew I would not it:
the voice, as one, as no-one, to me....
'We have upon the heroes
and they are found
we looked hard across the land,
but we can see no
we have now dared to the sky,
but we are bleeding;
we are drawing to the cliffs,
now we can the call.
The clouds are in mountain-shapes,
there is no except to go forward.
Don't ask us for an now,
it's far too late to bow to convention.
What course is left but to die?
We looked upon the High Kings,
them less than mortals:
their are dust before the just
of our young, new law.
Minds stumbling strong, we on
into the dark
can halt our final vault
into the maw.
And as the beat their brows

know that it is really far too now to stop us.
For if the sky is death
is the point in catching breath?...Expel it!
What cause is left but to die
in search of we're not quite sure of?'
What cause is there but to die?
What cause is there left but to
What is there left but to die?
...I really don't why...
I our ends may be soon
but why do you make them
Time may finally
only the living her and
no life in the quicksand.
Yes I know
Out of control, out of
machinery slides on the rails,
Young minds and bodies on spokes impaled....
Cogs tearing bones, tearing bones:
Iron-throated monsters are our screams,
and machinery box-press the dreams.
...but still is time...
are they who run today,
the is beginning...
no war knives, fight with our lives,
lemmings can nothing;
death offers no hope, we grope
for the unknown
our blood, abate the flood,
the disaster...
there's other ways screaming in the mob:
that makes us merely of hatred.
Look to the why and we are,
look to yourselves and the and in the end
What choice is there left but to
in the hope of
our children's children's ones?
What choice is but to live?
What choice is but to live?
What is there but to live?
to the little ones?
What is there left but to try?