Luyện nghe bài hát Moving Spirit

Shallow minds the grip
the last of the poets
He down to his knees
And drowned in the cold flow

I long for untouched by man
I will dismiss answers on nothing-ground
I dreams to uncoil

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

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

of crowds turned stale, unfit to move
Pathetic endorse dream deceivers
Antique minds
Reduced to desire

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

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