Luyện nghe bài hát The Flower Called Nowhere

All the small on the water aren't going anywhere
Surely they must be loaded with more simple matter
Floating on top and gracefully tending to the pole
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 the stagnant things left in obscurity
in obscurity

All the faces with their eyes closed giving a
Weightless like a body that would to its own light
Is it true that of these contented happy faces
not ever hear a cry, won't hear a cry?

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

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

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

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