Luyện nghe bài hát Moving Spirit

Shallow minds tighten the
Killing the last of the
He fell down to his
And drowned in the cold concrete

I long for untouched by man
I dismiss answers based on nothing-ground
I forge to uncoil

I long for untouched by man
I even seek answers where they may not be
I these virgin soils

shrugged, I could feel
Clouds fell the mourning sky
They're closing all too
All too

Leaders of crowds turned stale, unfit to
freaks endorse dream deceivers
Antique minds
Reduced to mock

Those who create should not their voice
Hyped is the feeble
and you will find
Beauty to be

Bleeding spirit
Man bleed the moving dry
Bleed the moving
Man, bleed the moving spirit... dry