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 matter
Floating on top and tending to the same pole
All the small boats on the going nowhere

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

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

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

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

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

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