Luyện nghe bài hát Lemmings (incorporating Cog)

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

know that it is far too late now to stop us.
For if the sky is seeded
what is the point in breath?...Expel it!
What cause is there but to die
in search of something we're not sure of?'
What cause is left but to die?
cause is there left but to die?
What cause is there but to die?
...I really know why...
I know our ends may be
but why do you them sooner?
Time may finally
only the move her and
no lies in the quicksand.
Yes I it's
Out of control, out of
machinery slides on the rails,
Young minds and on steel spokes impaled....
tearing bones, cogs tearing bones:
Iron-throated monsters are our screams,
Mind and box-press the dreams.
...but there is time...
are they who run today,
the is beginning...
no war knives, fight with our lives,
can teach nothing;
death offers no hope, we must
for the answer:
our blood, abate the flood,
the disaster...
there's ways than screaming in the mob:
that makes us cogs of hatred.
Look to the why and we are,
look to and the stars and in the end
What choice is there left but to
in the of saving
our children's children's little
choice is there but to live?
What choice is but to live?
choice is there but to live?
to save the little
What is there left but to try?