Luyện nghe bài hát The Sleepwalkers

At night, this mindless army, ranks by dissent,
Is moved into action and their pace not relent.
In step, with great precision, these dancers of the
against the darkness. How implacable their might!
Eyes by moon, their arms and legs akimbo,
They walk and live, hoping soon to surface from limbo.
Their minds, the dawn 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 images curtailed by the brain,
But breathing, living, knowing in some at least
The soul which roots the of both Beauty and the Beast.
From what tooth or claw does spring,
From what and blood does passion?
Both cut through the air with the pendulum's
In deadly but fashion.
And every range of feeling is in the dream
And logic's reeling in the force of the scream
The sting.
And though I may be dreaming and reality
I only know the of sight and that's all
And nothing.

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

Somnolent muster now the dead
Forsake the of their secure beds,
Awaken to a slumber depths they dread,
As if the ground they
Would way
Beneath the solemn of their conception.
I'd search the hidden corners of all world,
Make reason of the whorl
If I had time,
But soon the is ended.

Tonight, before you lay down to the sweetness of sleep
Do you question your surrender to the drop from Leap
Or does the anaesthetic darkness take hold on its own?
Does your body rise in service with not one dissenting
These dreams of life and death
In the are twisted and buckled,
Lashes flicker, a of breath,
Skin at the knuckles.
The army of sleepwalkers their limbs and are loose
And I am a talker, I can phrase no excuse
Not to again.
In the chorus of the I belong
And I, like you, must dance to that moonlight
And in the end I too must pay the of this life.
If all is lost none is
And how we lose what we've never owned?
Oh, I'd out every knowledge that I could find,
all the mysteries of mind,
If I had time,
If I had time,
But soon my is ended.