Luyện nghe bài hát Spiritual Fantasy

Humanity weary of it's doubtful state of mind
So it summoned from far and from near
All the wise men thought to be
To heal it's and make it whole
And the the way back to the soul

The Charlatans they behind
To their bags of gold
And some away as if to say
I that my way's the only way
Afraid to learn may be wrong
They preach nothingness at home

But the wise men together
With the hope to mankind of the rubbish
That had gathered in name
To embrace and trust each
In the search for the supreme and they
all their teachings were the same

And when at last the word went
That all one and all
Many returned to the light
Nobody claimed he was right
It's sad to it's just a song
To dream and still can't be wrong

But the wise men together
the hope to free man kind of the rubbish
That had in God's name
To embrace and each other
In the search for the supreme and found
That all their teachings the same