Luyện nghe bài hát Outside the dream

With nothing... I am left nothing.
Since you freedom from the birds
You see that misery was meant for men.

There I stood one weary in the haze
with a whisper
A flight away this prison maze.

I beg to and hope to see
The and color of being free
The fog will lift and a breeze
To call the out of my dreams.

There she stood one misty morning in my
Tempting my
She heaved a warm sigh and she

You're free to wander to roam
to find your elusive home
Be sure to lift head and seek
The boundless of which you speak.

There I stand the weight of a wicked sky
I'm in the shadows
Of steely breathing fire and lies...

With nothing... I am left nothing...