Luyện nghe bài hát The Flower Called Nowhere

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

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

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

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

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

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

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