Luyện nghe bài hát The Sleepwalkers

At night, mindless army, ranks unbroken by dissent,
Is into action and their pace does not relent.
In step, with precision, these dancers of the night
against the darkness. How implacable their might!
Eyes un-dulled by moon, 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 waiting insight away.
Too far, too soon.

Senses dimmed in semi-sentience, only wheeling through plane,
Only fragmented 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.
From what or claw does murder spring,
From what and blood does passion?
Both cut through the air with the pendulum's
In deadly but fashion.
And range of feeling is there in the dream
And every logic's reeling in the of the scream
The sting.
And I may be dreaming and reality stalls
I know the meaning of sight and that's all
And nothing.

The of the night advance,
Infectiously, their dance
converts to the fold -
In the whole raw world
Will pace same steps on
Into the bitter end.

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

Tonight, before you lay down to the of your sleep
Do you question your surrender to the from Lover's Leap
Or does the anaesthetic take hold on its very own?
Does your body rise in service with not one groan?
These waking dreams of life and
In the are twisted and buckled,
Lashes flicker, a of breath,
Skin at the knuckles.
The army of sleepwalkers shake their and are loose
And though I am a talker, I can no excuse
Not to again.
In the of the nighttime I belong
And I, like you, must dance to that song
And in the end I too must pay the cost of life.
If all is lost is known
And how could we lose what never owned?
Oh, I'd search out knowledge that I could find,
Unravel all the of mind,
If I had time,
If I had time,
But soon my is ended.