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 to share with
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 wanting;
we have looked across 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,
it's far too to bow to that convention.
What course is there but to die?
We have looked the High Kings,
found them less mortals:
their names are dust the just
of our young, new law.
Minds stumbling strong, we on
into the portal;
No-one can our final vault
into the maw.
And as the Elders beat brows

know that it is really far too now to stop us.
For if the sky is death
what is the point in breath?...Expel it!
What cause is left but to die
in of something we're not quite sure of?'
What is there left but to die?
What cause is there but to die?
What cause is there left but to
...I really know why...
I know our may be soon
but why do you make sooner?
Time may prove
only the move her and
no lies in the quicksand.
Yes I know
Out of control, out of
Greasy machinery on the rails,
Young minds and bodies on steel impaled....
Cogs tearing bones, tearing bones:
Iron-throated are forcing our screams,
Mind and box-press the dreams.
...but still is time...
are they who run today,
the is beginning...
no war with knives, with our lives,
lemmings can nothing;
death offers no hope, we must
for the answer:
unite our blood, the flood,
the disaster...
there's other ways screaming in the mob:
makes us merely cogs of hatred.
Look to the why and 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 children's little
What is there but to live?
choice is there but to live?
What choice is but to live?
to save the little
What choice is there left but to