Luyện nghe bài hát The Flower Called Nowhere

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

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

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

Is it true that none of contented happy faces
Will not ever hear a
Filled with love not with desire, love not

Is it true that of these contented happy faces
Will not ever hear a
Filled love not with desire, love not desire

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

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