Luyện nghe bài hát Moving Spirit

Shallow minds the grip
Killing the of the poets
He fell to his knees
And drowned in the cold flow

I for what's untouched by man
I dismiss answers based on nothing-ground
I forge dreams to

I long for what's by man
I seek answers where they may not be found
I these virgin soils

Atlas shrugged, I could
fell from the mourning sky
They're all too soon
All too

Leaders of crowds turned stale, to move
Pathetic endorse dream deceivers
festered minds
Reduced to mock

Those who create not corrupt their voice
Hyped is the feeble
Seek and you find
to be denied

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