Luyện nghe bài hát The Power Of One

"My father's land, my tongue
Misleaded me so
For many I misbelieved
The hatred is the for me.."

Father I have many angels,
I think.
I now walk to the sea.
I hope I will someday me
moor
my boat on a pier

I can blame for the blue blood runs in my veins.
But I seem to forget we are all the same.

In your own blaze of you've spawn the fear in many lifes
You've action thinking it was all said on the signs.
You cannot heal the feeling burning inside your spine
You now collapse, cave in revealing scabby marks of

I've seen too much, I hate to live my life.
Forgot every word you told me, stubborn little child, (angel of life)
I have to find my Eden now, the I left behind.
But the pain remain.
No to gain.

Now I time to dwell on, self awareness, dreadful crime.
I saw the too bright, not knowing that I was blind.
I slayed a man who a chance and drank the forbidden wine.
The map I draw reveals that I been complete, machine, in team.

Father I've too much, I hate to live my life.
Forgot every word you told me, stubborn child, (angel of your life)
I have to find my now, the gates I left behind.
The will remain.
No to gain.

where's your son.
When has begun?
Who has the fool?

No one was to be a servant or a slave.
Who can me the color of the rain?
In the world we live in, the things said and done
They can overrun
The of one.

No one was to be a servant or a slave.
Can you me the color of the rain?
In the that we live in, the things said and done
can well overrun
The of one.

To and let die
To give hope and take
Is that what here for?

To that you are right
To sure it won't fly
Is the making of a crime

In the of the brave,
In the of the land slaves,
We are all the

I to believe.
There's more the eye can see
All of rainbow.

No one was to be a slave
Seek the past and place the
Tell me the of the rain
No one was born to be a

In the we live, we die
the oneness, praise the lie
To bind a web around the
We will need a

No one was to be a slave
Seek the and place the blame
Tell me the color of the
No one was born to be a

"Children of Abel, Children of
Can live in harmony, shame
The keys that I grant thee, The Sacred
Are dry desert sand on the palm of your
Without the water, the of past
Will run through your fingers, forgotten so
Thus now when I leave you, I'm truly
blindness, this blessing, the hope of mankind..."