Luyện nghe bài hát Man-erg

The lives inside me: I can feel him move.
Sometimes he's lightly sleeping in the of his room,
but then his eyes rise and stare through mine;
he'll speak my and slice my mind inside.
The lives.
The angels live me: I can feel them smile....
Their presence strokes and soothes the in my mind
and their love can the wounds that I have wrought.
They watch me as I go to fall--well, I I shall be caught,
For the live.
How can I be
How can I get
Am I me?
Am I else?
But stalking in my cloisters the acolytes of gloom
and Head throws his cloak onto the corner of my room and I am doomed..
But in my courtyard play the pranksters of my youth
and solemn, waiting Old Man in the of the roof: he tells me truth...
And I, too, live inside me and often don't know who I am:
I know, I'm not a hero.....I that I'm not damned.
I'm just a man, and killers, angels, all are
Dictators,
,
in war and
as as Man lives....
I'm a man, and killers, angels, all are these:
Dictators, saviours, refugees........