Luyện nghe bài hát Lemmings (incorporating Cog)

I alone upon the highest cliff-top,
down, around, and all that I could see
were those I would dearly love to share with
on quite blindly to the sea....
I to ask what game this was,
but knew I would not it:
the voice, as one, as no-one, to me....
'We have upon the heroes
and are found wanting;
we have looked across the land,
but we can see no
we have now to sear the sky,
but we are bleeding;
we are drawing to the cliffs,
now we can the call.
The clouds are in mountain-shapes,
is no escape 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,
found them less mortals:
their names are before the just
of our young, new law.
Minds stumbling strong, we on
into the portal;
No-one can halt our vault
the unknown maw.
And as the beat their brows

know that it is far too late 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 something we're not quite of?'
What is there left but to die?
cause is there left but to die?
What cause is left but to die?
...I really know why...
I our ends may be soon
but why do you them sooner?
may finally prove
only the move her and
no life in the quicksand.
Yes I it's
Out of control, out of
Greasy machinery on the rails,
Young and bodies on steel spokes impaled....
Cogs tearing bones, cogs tearing
Iron-throated are forcing our screams,
and machinery box-press the dreams.
...but still is time...
are they who run today,
the is beginning...
no war with knives, fight our lives,
lemmings can teach
death offers no hope, we must
for the answer:
unite our blood, the flood,
the disaster...
there's other ways screaming in the mob:
that us merely cogs of hatred.
to the why and where we are,
look to and the stars and in the end
What choice is left but to live
in the of saving
our children's little ones?
What is there but to live?
What is there but to live?
choice is there but to live?
to the little ones?
What is there left but to try?