Luyện nghe bài hát I Who Have Nothing

I, I who nothing...
I: Ikon
Intersections in real
The circle and dimensions of the mind
The tie binds
The eternal tie defines
The vanity of my in due time
Will
Like the night seas under the
The haunted corners of familiar
Yet i'm
With vanishing into air
The that this shit 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 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 that have just fallen
I've crawled in a corner hoping all of this end
With the knowledge that love is just word for revenge
I who have nothing but the of my sins
I who have nothing but the of my friends

I, I who have
I, I who no one
I, I who have
I, I who no one
Verse II:
As I decay, prey above me like a vulture
Ability to endure is a high sign of culture
Verbal sculptures, self
It is not God or that I am facing
But the erasing of the purity and of my words
The herds of cattle babble on talk of the absurd
But I
To walk away from all the
To find my life is more confusing a rubics cube
So I'm
In all my of verbal prods
To live one must be an animal or a God
But it's
All of my pain is 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 about ya secrets and ya passwords
I get past words and ability to hurt you
is a virtue and knowledge is a commercial
I who have nothing but the pain I've referred to
I who have but the pain that I've referred to

Verse Ikon
Lost among the miracles, I stand
And have grown into a being that's on top a throne
known
For many years that I turn to rust
I find a reason for another
Before my to dust
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
requires duality
Inspect your soul, the color of coal the body
I have hardly, come across 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 shadow of a halo
the head of evil djin who's deadly like tornado
The has become an aquarium
Full of gaping fish murderous smiles
I on the hand stand on the outside looking in
Writing murderous vows
I who have but the lack of variation
And I who have nothing but and suffocation