Luyện nghe bài hát The Flower Called Nowhere

All the small boats on the water going anywhere
Surely they must be loaded with more than simple
Floating on top and gracefully tending to the same
All the small boats on the going nowhere

Is it true that none of them will ever break free and
Feel the night is made of rocks, the mass
Is it true that of them, will ever break free and sail?
Break free from the stagnant things in obscurity
in obscurity

All the faces with eyes closed giving a smile
Weightless like a body that would vacate to its own
Is it true that none of these happy faces
not ever hear a cry, won't hear a cry?

Is it true that none of these contented faces
Will not hear a cry?
Filled with love not with desire, not desire

Is it that none of these contented happy faces
Will not hear a cry?
Filled with love not with desire, not desire

All the boats on the water aren't going anywhere
they must be loaded with more than simple matter
Floating on top and tending to the same pole
All the boats on the water going nowhere

Is it true that none of will ever break free and sail?
Break free from the things left in obscurity