Luyện nghe bài hát I Who Have Nothing

I, I who nothing...
Verse I:
Intersections in real
The unbroken circle and of the mind
The tie that
The eternal tie that
The vanity of my in due time
Will
Like the seas under the moon
The haunted of familiar rooms
Yet i'm
With vanishing thin air
The that this shit is my cross to bear
So
Did I think I could run 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 hoping all of this will end
With the knowledge that love is another word for revenge
I who have nothing but the of my sins
I who have nothing but the comfort of my

I, I who have
I, I who no one
I, I who nothing
I, I who no one
Verse II:
As I decay, prey above me like a vulture
to endure contradiction 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 of my words
The herds of cattle on with talk of the absurd
But I
To walk away from all the
To find my life is more than a rubics cube
So I'm
In all my words of verbal
To live alone one be an animal or a God
But it's
All of my is clear as crystal
The natural side of has now been seeming artificial
But I can hit you
And rest assured that last words
I could give a fuck about ya secrets and ya
I get past words and ability to hurt you
is a virtue and knowledge is a commercial
I who nothing but the pain that I've referred to
I who have nothing but the pain that referred to

Verse III:
among the miracles, I stand alone
And have grown into a being that's on top a throne
known
For many years that I would to rust
I find a for another breath
Before my to dust
I become one with science and and the rising of the sun
I'm
To all of those who and cannot see
The chastiser of the
requires duality
Inspect soul, the color of coal inside the body
I have hardly, come them who's holy
Send them to the chairmen to control
Burning of the sun and frigidness of the
The is new but the war is now old
You can never see the shadow of a halo
Above the head of evil who's deadly like tornado
The has become an aquarium
Full of gaping fish with 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 nothing but chains and