Luyện nghe bài hát I Who Have Nothing

I, I who nothing...
Verse I:
Intersections in real
The unbroken and dimensions of the mind
The tie that
The eternal tie that
The vanity of my in due time
shine
Like the night under the moon
The corners of familiar rooms
Yet i'm
With vanishing into air
The realization that shit is my cross to bear
So
Did I think I run away to see
The people that to leave without asking me
But we
Decide to wait for tomorrows
And find someone so they can be distractions our sorrow
But my distraction's the books and paper that I in
I'm eloquent as summer breeze and leaves that have fallen
crawled in a corner hoping 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 have
I, I who no one
II: Ikon
As I decay, demons prey above me like a
Ability to endure contradiction is a sign of culture
Verbal sculptures, self
It is not God or lunacy I am facing
But the of the purity and passion of my words
The herds of babble on with talk of the absurd
But I
To away from all the feuds
To find my life is more confusing a rubics cube
So I'm
In all my words of verbal
To alone one must be an animal or a God
But it's
All of my pain is 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 ya secrets and ya passwords
I get past words and their ability to you
is a virtue and knowledge is a commercial
I who have nothing but the pain that I've to
I who have nothing but the pain that referred to

Verse Ikon
among the miracles, I stand alone
And have grown a being that's sitting on top a throne
I've
For many years I would turn to rust
I a reason for another breath
Before my return to
I become one with and mathematics and the rising of the sun
I'm
To all of those who blind and see
The of the enemy
requires duality
Inspect soul, the color of coal inside the body
I hardly, come across them who's holy
Send them to the to control thee
Burning of the sun and frigidness of the
The is new but the war is now old
You can never see the merest of a halo
Above the head of evil who's deadly like tornado
The world has become an
Full of gaping fish with smiles
I on the hand stand on the outside looking in
Writing down murderous
I who nothing but the lack of variation
And I who have nothing but and suffocation