Luyện nghe bài hát Song Of Myself

The nightingale is still locked in the
The deep breath I took poisons my lungs
An old oak sheltering me from the
Sun bathing on it's dead frozen

A catnap in the ghost town of my
She dreams of storytime and the ghosts
Of mermaids, of and the rude
Raving harlequins, toys

A song of me a in need
Of a symphony
A verse of me a verse in
Of a pure heart me to peace

All that great heart lying and slowly dying
All that great heart still on an angel wing

All that great lying still
In suffering
Smiling like a clown until the has come to an end
What is for encore
Is the same old boy's song
Sung in

All that great heart still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying still on an wing

A flight into Covington woods
a princess and a by m side
these are I live for
I'd still give mt everything to love you

A of me a song in need
Of a courageous
A verse of me a in need
Of a heart singing me to peace

All that great heart lying still and slowly
All that heart lying still on an angel wing

All that great lying still
In suffering
Smiling like a clown until the has come to an end
What is left for
Is the same old dead song
in silence

All that heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying on an angel wing

[3. Black]

A silent
A opus #1, 2, 3

Sometimes the sky is black
black over cleansing waters

Resting pipes, of bore
Rusting keys a door

Sometimes the is piano black
Piano black over waters

All that great heart lying still and dying
All that great heart lying on an angelwing

[4.

I see a slow, simple by a busy street,
With a bowl in his shaking hand.
Trying to smile but hurting infinitely. notices.
I do, but by.

An old man gets naked and kisses a model doll in his
It's and he's in tears.
When he finally comes his are cascading.

I see a beaten dog in a alley. He tries to bite me.
All pride has his wild drooling eyes.
I I had my leg to spare.

A mother visits her son, smiles to him the bars.
She's loved him more.

An obese girl enters an with me.
All dressed up fancy, a green on her neck.
sweet perfume deafens me.
She's going to alone.
That makes her more beautiful.
I see a model's on a brick wall.
A statue of porcelain perfection a violent city kill.
A that worships flesh.

The first thing I ever heard was a
Man his story
It was you, the under my bare feet
The campfire in the dead of
The heavenly of sky and sea

It was us
Roaming the rainy roads, the gilded beaches
up to a new gallery of wonders every morn
Bathing in places no-one's before
Shipwrecked on some island
in nothing but the surf - beauty's finest robe

Beyond all mortality we are, swinging in the of nature
In early air of the of life
A sight to the heavens

I want to travel where travels,
Following permanent lead
Where the air tastes like snow
Where grass smells like Eden
I would pass no man, no stranger, no tragedy or
I would bathe in a of sensation
Love, goodness and
(while violated and by technology)

The thought of my graves was the only moment
I used to experience true
That remains infinite,
As I'll never be the man my is

How can you "just be yourself"
When you know who you are?
Stop saying "I how you feel"
How could anyone know how another

Who am I to a priest, beggar,
Whore, politician,
I am, you are, all of already

Dear child, stop working, go
every rule
There's no in a dream

"Is there a village inside snowflake?"
- a child me
"What's the of our lullaby?"

I've never been so to truth as then
I touched it's lining

Death is the in any war
Nothing noble in dying for your
For country
For ideology, for
For man, yes

Paper is dead without
Ink idle without a
All the world dead stories
Without love and beauty

Careless realism souls

seen the lord smile?
All the care for the world made beautiful a sad
Why do we still carry a device of around our necks?
Oh, how rotten pre-apocalypse is
All you bible-black living over nightmare ground

I see all those empty cradles and
If man will change

I, too, to be a decent manboy but all i am
Is smoke and
Still given everything, may i be

And there remains the change from G to E minor