Luyện nghe bài hát The Sleepwalkers

At night, this mindless army, unbroken by dissent,
Is moved into action and their pace not relent.
In step, with precision, these dancers of the night
against the darkness. How implacable their might!
Eyes un-dulled by moon, their and legs akimbo,
They walk and live, hoping soon to surface this limbo.
Their minds, anticipating the of the day,
never know what's waiting mere insight away.
Too far, too soon.

Senses in semi-sentience, only wheeling through this plane,
Only seeing fragmented prematurely curtailed by the brain,
But breathing, living, knowing in some at least
The soul which the matter of both Beauty and the Beast.
From what tooth or claw does spring,
From what flesh and does passion?
Both cut through the air with the pendulum's
In but delicate fashion.
And every of feeling is there in the dream
And every logic's reeling in the of the scream
The sting.
And though I may be and reality stalls
I only the meaning of sight and that's all
And nothing.

The columns of the advance,
Infectiously, cryptic dance
Gathers converts to the -
In time the raw world
Will pace these same on
Into the bitter end.

muster now the dancing dead
Forsake the shelter of their beds,
to a slumber whose depths they dread,
As if the they tread
give way
Beneath the solemn weight of conception.
I'd the hidden corners of all this world,
Make reason of the whorl
If I had time,
But soon the is ended.

Tonight, before you lay down to the sweetness of your
Do you question your surrender to the drop from Lover's
Or does the anaesthetic darkness take on its very own?
Does your rise in service with not one dissenting groan?
These waking dreams of life and
In the mirror are and buckled,
flicker, a catch of breath,
Skin at the knuckles.
The army of shake their limbs and are loose
And though I am a talker, I can phrase no
Not to again.
In the chorus of the I belong
And I, like you, must to that moonlight song
And in the end I too must pay the of this life.
If all is none is known
And how could we lose what never owned?
Oh, I'd search out every knowledge that I find,
Unravel all the of mind,
If I had time,
If I had time,
But soon my is ended.