Luyện nghe bài hát The Sleepwalkers

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

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

The of the night advance,
Infectiously, cryptic dance
converts to the fold -
In time the whole raw
Will these same steps on
Into the same end.

Somnolent muster now the dead
Forsake the of their secure beds,
to a slumber whose depths they dread,
As if the they tread
give 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 surrender to the drop Lover's Leap
Or does the anaesthetic darkness take on its very own?
Does your rise in service with not one dissenting groan?
These dreams of life and death
In the are twisted and buckled,
flicker, a catch of breath,
Skin at the knuckles.
The army of sleepwalkers shake limbs and are loose
And though I am a talker, I can phrase no
Not to again.
In the chorus of the nighttime I
And I, like you, must to that moonlight song
And in the end I too must pay the cost of life.
If all is none is known
And how could we what we've 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.