Luyện nghe bài hát The Sleepwalkers

At night, this mindless army, ranks by dissent,
Is moved action and their pace does not relent.
In step, with great precision, these dancers of the
Advance against the darkness. How their might!
Eyes un-dulled by moon, their arms and akimbo,
They walk and live, soon to surface from this 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 images prematurely curtailed by the brain,
But breathing, living, knowing in some measure at
The soul which the matter of both Beauty and the Beast.
From what or claw does murder spring,
what flesh and blood does passion?
Both cut through the air the pendulum's swing
In but delicate fashion.
And every range of is there in the dream
And every logic's in the force of the scream
The sting.
And though I may be and reality stalls
I only know the meaning of sight and all
And nothing.

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

Somnolent now the dancing dead
Forsake the shelter of secure beds,
to a slumber whose depths they dread,
As if the they tread
Would way
the solemn weight 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 of your sleep
Do you question your surrender to the drop from Lover's
Or does the anaesthetic darkness take hold on its very
Does your body in service with not one dissenting groan?
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 shake limbs 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, you, must dance to that moonlight song
And in the end I too pay the cost of this life.
If all is lost none is
And how we lose what we've never owned?
Oh, I'd search out knowledge that I could find,
all the mysteries of mind,
If I had time,
If I had time,
But my time is ended.