Luyện nghe bài hát I Who Have Nothing

I, I who nothing...
Verse I:
Intersections in time
The unbroken and dimensions of the mind
The tie that
The eternal tie defines
The vanity of my in due time
Will
the night seas under the moon
The haunted of familiar rooms
Yet i'm
With into thin air
The realization that this is my cross to bear
So
Did I I could run away to see
The people that to leave without asking me
But we
Decide to wait for happier
And find someone so can be distractions from our sorrow
But my distraction's the and paper that I scrawl in
I'm eloquent as summer breeze and leaves that have just
crawled in a corner hoping all of this will end
With the knowledge that love is just another for revenge
I who nothing but the comfort of my sins
I who nothing but the comfort of my friends

I, I who have
I, I who no one
I, I who nothing
I, I who no one
Verse II:
As I decay, demons prey above me like a
Ability to endure is a high sign of culture
Verbal sculptures, self
It is not God or lunacy that I am
But the erasing of the purity and passion of my
The herds of cattle babble on with talk of the
But I
To walk away from all the
To find my life is more than a rubics cube
So I'm
In all my of verbal prods
To live one must be an animal or a God
But official
All of my is clear as crystal
The natural side of life has now been artificial
But I can hit you
And rest assured that I'ma last
I could give a fuck about ya secrets and ya
I get past words and their to hurt you
is a virtue and knowledge is a commercial
I who have nothing but the pain I've referred to
I who nothing but the pain that I've referred to

Verse III:
Lost among the miracles, I stand
And have into a being that's sitting on top a throne
known
For many years that I would to rust
I find a reason for another
Before my return to
I one with science and mathematics and the rising of the sun
I'm
To all of those who and cannot see
The of the enemy
Perception duality
your soul, the color of coal inside the body
I have hardly, across them who's holy
them to the chairmen to control thee
Burning of the sun and frigidness of the
The is new but the war is now old
You can see the merest shadow of a halo
Above the head of evil djin who's like tornado
The world has an aquarium
Full of gaping fish murderous smiles
I on the other hand stand on the looking in
Writing down murderous
I who have nothing but the of variation
And I who have but chains and suffocation