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 would dearly love to share
crashing on quite to the sea....
I tried to ask game this was,
but knew I not play it:
the voice, as one, as no-one, to me....
'We looked upon the heroes
and they are found
we have looked hard the land,
but we can see no
we now dared to sear the sky,
but we are bleeding;
we are near to the cliffs,
now we can the call.
The are piled in mountain-shapes,
is no escape except to go forward.
Don't ask us for an now,
far too late to bow to that convention.
What is there left but to die?
We have looked the High Kings,
found them than mortals:
their names are dust the just
of our young, new law.
Minds strong, we hurtle on
the dark portal;
No-one can our final vault
the unknown maw.
And as the beat their brows

know it is really far too late now to stop us.
For if the sky is seeded
what is the in catching breath?...Expel it!
What is there left but to die
in search of something not quite sure of?'
What is there left but to die?
cause is there left but to die?
What cause is there left but to
...I really know why...
I our ends may be soon
but why do you make sooner?
may finally prove
only the move her and
no life in the quicksand.
Yes I know
Out of control, out of
Greasy machinery on the rails,
Young minds and bodies on steel impaled....
Cogs bones, cogs tearing bones:
Iron-throated monsters are our screams,
Mind and machinery the dreams.
...but there is time...
Cowards are who run today,
the is beginning...
no war knives, fight with our lives,
can teach nothing;
death offers no hope, we grope
for the unknown
unite our blood, the flood,
the disaster...
there's other ways screaming in the mob:
that makes us cogs of hatred.
to the why and where we are,
look to yourselves and the and in the end
What choice is left but to live
in the hope of
our children's children's little
choice is there 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?