Luyện nghe bài hát Moving Spirit

Shallow tighten the grip
Killing the of the poets
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 dreams to uncoil

I for what's untouched by man
I even seek answers where they may not be
I roam virgin soils

Atlas shrugged, I feel
Clouds from the mourning sky
They're all too soon
All too

of crowds turned stale, unfit to move
Pathetic freaks endorse dream
festered minds
Reduced to mock

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

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