Luyện nghe bài hát The Sleepwalkers

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

Senses dimmed in semi-sentience, only wheeling through plane,
Only seeing fragmented images curtailed by the brain,
But breathing, living, knowing in some measure at
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 the pendulum's swing
In deadly but fashion.
And range of feeling is there in the dream
And every logic's in the force of the scream
The sting.
And I may be dreaming and reality stalls
I only know the of sight and that's all
And nothing.

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

Somnolent muster now the dead
Forsake the shelter of secure beds,
Awaken to a whose depths they dread,
As if the ground they
give way
Beneath the weight of their conception.
I'd search the corners of all this world,
Make reason of the sensory
If I had time,
But soon the is ended.

Tonight, before you lay down to the of your sleep
Do you question your to the drop from Lover's Leap
Or does the anaesthetic take hold on its very own?
Does body rise in service with not one dissenting groan?
These waking dreams of life and
In the mirror are and buckled,
flicker, a catch of breath,
Skin at the knuckles.
The army of sleepwalkers shake their limbs and are
And though I am a talker, I can phrase no
Not to again.
In the chorus of the I belong
And I, like you, must dance to moonlight song
And in the end I too pay the cost of this life.
If all is none is known
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 soon my is ended.