Luyện nghe bài hát I Who Have Nothing

I, I who nothing...
I: Ikon
Intersections in time
The circle and dimensions of the mind
The tie that
The eternal tie defines
The of my insanity in due time
Will
Like the night seas under the
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 decided to leave without me
But we
Decide to wait for happier
And find someone so can be distractions from our sorrow
But my distraction's the books and paper that I in
I'm eloquent as breeze and leaves that have just fallen
I've crawled in a corner all of this will end
With the knowledge that love is just another for revenge
I who have nothing but the comfort of my
I who have nothing but the comfort of my

I, I who nothing
I, I who no one
I, I who nothing
I, I who no one
II: Ikon
As I decay, demons above me like a vulture
Ability to endure contradiction is a high sign of
sculptures, self defacing
It is not God or that I am facing
But the erasing of the and passion of my words
The herds of cattle babble on talk of the absurd
But I
To away from all the feuds
To find my is more confusing than a rubics cube
So I'm
In all my of verbal prods
To live alone one must be an or a God
But it's
All of my is clear as crystal
The natural side of life has now seeming artificial
But I can hit you
And assured that I'ma last words
I could give a about ya secrets and ya passwords
I get past words and their to hurt you
Patience is a and knowledge is a commercial
I who have nothing but the pain that I've to
I who nothing but the pain that I've referred to

Verse III:
Lost the miracles, I stand alone
And grown into a being that's sitting on top a throne
known
For years that I would turn to rust
I find a reason for breath
my return to dust
I become one with and mathematics and the rising of the sun
I'm
To all of who blind and cannot see
The of the enemy
requires duality
Inspect your soul, the color of coal the body
I have hardly, come them who's holy
Send them to the chairmen to control
of the sun and frigidness of the cold
The is new but the war is now old
You can never see the merest shadow of a
Above the head of evil djin who's like tornado
The world has an aquarium
Full of gaping with murderous smiles
I on the other hand on the outside looking in
down murderous vows
I who have nothing but the lack of
And I who have but chains and suffocation