Luyện nghe bài hát The Sleepwalkers

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

Senses dimmed in semi-sentience, only wheeling through plane,
Only seeing images prematurely curtailed by the brain,
But breathing, living, in some measure at least
The soul which roots the of both Beauty and the Beast.
what tooth or claw does murder spring,
From what flesh and blood passion?
Both cut through the air with the swing
In but delicate fashion.
And every range of feeling is there in the
And every reeling in the force of the scream
The sting.
And though I may be dreaming and stalls
I only know the of sight and that's all
And nothing.

The columns of the advance,
Infectiously, their dance
converts to the fold -
In time the whole raw
pace these same steps on
Into the bitter end.

Somnolent muster now the dancing
Forsake the of their secure beds,
Awaken to a slumber whose they dread,
As if the ground tread
Would way
Beneath the weight of their conception.
I'd search the corners of all this world,
reason of the sensory whorl
If I had time,
But soon the is ended.

Tonight, before you lay down to the sweetness of sleep
Do you question your to the drop from Lover's Leap
Or the anaesthetic darkness take hold on its very own?
Does body rise in service with not one dissenting groan?
These waking of life and death
In the mirror are and buckled,
flicker, a catch of breath,
Skin at the knuckles.
The of sleepwalkers 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 pay the cost of this life.
If all is lost is known
And how could we lose what never owned?
Oh, I'd search out every knowledge I could find,
all the mysteries of mind,
If I had time,
If I had time,
But soon my is ended.