Luyện nghe bài hát Moving Spirit

Shallow minds the grip
Killing the of the poets
He fell down to his
And drowned in the cold concrete

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

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

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

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

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

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