Luyện nghe bài hát The Power Of One

"My father's land, my tongue
me so shamelessly
For many years I
The is the path for me.."

Father I have killed angels,
I think.
I now walk to the sea.
I hope I someday forgive me
moor
my empty on a pier

I can blame for the blue blood runs in my veins.
But I seem to that we are all the same.

In your own blaze of hate spawn the fear in many lifes
You've taken thinking it was all said on the signs.
You cannot heal the feeling burning deep your spine
You now collapse, cave in revealing scabby marks of

Mother seen too much, I hate to live my life.
Forgot every you told me, stubborn little child, (angel of your life)
I have to find my Eden now, the I left behind.
But the will remain.
No to gain.

Now I time to dwell on, self awareness, dreadful crime.
I saw the colors too bright, not knowing I was blind.
I slayed a man who took a and drank the forbidden wine.
The map I draw reveals I have been complete, machine, in team.

Father I've too much, I hate to live my life.
Forgot every you told me, stubborn little child, (angel of your life)
I have to find my Eden now, the gates I behind.
The pain remain.
No to gain.

Mother your son.
When has begun?
Who has been the

No one was to be a servant or a slave.
Who can tell me the color of the
In the world that we live in, the things and done
They can well
The of one.

No one was born to be a or a slave.
Can you me the color of the rain?
In the world that we in, the things said and done
They can well
The of one.

To and let die
To give and take life
Is that you're here for?

To think that you are
To make it won't fly
Is the of a hate crime

In the of the brave,
In the of the land slaves,
We are all the

I to believe.
There's more the eye can see
All of rainbow.

No one was born to be a
Seek the past and place the
Tell me the color of the
No one was born to be a

In the we live, we die
the oneness, praise the lie
To bind a web the faker
We will a true

No one was born to be a
the past and place the blame
Tell me the color of the
No one was born to be a

"Children of Abel, of Cain
Can in harmony, without shame
The keys that I grant thee, The Sacred
Are dry desert on the palm of your hand
Without the water, the of past
Will run through fingers, forgotten so fast
Thus now when I you, I'm truly blind
This blindness, this blessing, the of mankind..."