Luyện nghe bài hát Moving Spirit

Shallow minds tighten the
the last of the poets
He down to his knees
And drowned in the concrete flow

I long for what's by man
I will dismiss answers based on
I dreams to uncoil

I long for untouched by man
I even seek answers they may not be found
I roam these virgin

Atlas shrugged, I could
Clouds from the mourning sky
They're closing all too
All too

Leaders of crowds turned stale, to move
Pathetic freaks dream deceivers
Antique minds
Reduced to mock

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

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