Luyện nghe bài hát Moving Spirit

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

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

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

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

of crowds turned stale, unfit to move
Pathetic freaks endorse deceivers
Antique festered
Reduced to mock

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

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