Luyện nghe bài hát A Soldier's Dream

(Mos Def speaking)
I'm not gon a song or nothing.

Um, what that term call it post traumatic stress syndrome? That thing that
uh, soldiers will get. I a lot of people get that. It's like when you
somethin and uh, it affects you for a long time afterwards. I guess
everything works way. Certain things have more impact than others.
Sometimes it visits you in your dreams or you're quiet or just at peace or
trying to be at peace. A lot of get it. A lot of common people get
it. A lot of the time common people are soldiers, just the way it works
out.

This is a soldier's

The other night I was tumbling towards an sleep
I had discovered myself
Atop the sweet sticky of my dreams.
came and discovered me
With my pasted to my face.

I cant look at you now.
"Show me eyes," she says.
"Later," he says. "Now, now." "NO!"

Shame is a you know.
Yeah, well discretion is a
starin and lookin too closely.
There's so much about me I hide
That careful eyes recognize.
If you look you'll notice
That the pattern on this soft shirt
Is of workin men's sweat
And folk's tears.
If you look closer you'll
That pattern resembles
Tenement row houses, project rises,
block tiers,
Discontinued of elevated train tracks,
ship gullies, acres of tombstones.
If you closer, you'll notice
That this fabric has been blended
an advanced new age polymer (oh man, that's nice)
To the fabric lightweight
Weatherproof, and durable.
All this to give some of posture and dignity
To a broken body that is a for scars.
I am the new landmark. I am the of injury.
Soldiers me and admire me quietly,
Whispering themselves. You're no soldier.
Your soft bright never have to
the battlefield,
Much less its collected of which, I am one.
So, my flesh bullet-ridden remains
Underneath soft fabrics
Which I select
That stand in for how I to feel,
For how I feeling,
For how I about feeling,
For how I about you.
And now your fingers want to search
this tender armor.
I cant look at you now

(This is my rifle there are many it but this one is mine) 2x

Your are too careful,
Collecting it all arranging it
Surgically, robotically, exactly.
I can't look at you now
But that matter because
You can at me and the longer that
I return your gaze,
The that your gaze
to run across my back
Like a policeman's hands:
Brisk, intent, for discovery.
If is a fortress
Then you're to destroy it
By simply standing at the
And to leave.
I can't at you right now,
But you can at me. Do you see me?