Luyện nghe bài hát The Power Of One

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

Father I have many angels,
I think.
I will now to the sea.
I hope I someday forgive me
moor
my boat on a pier

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

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

Mother I've seen too much, I hate to 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.
But the pain remain.
No to gain.

Now I have time to 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 seen too much, I hate to my life.
Forgot every word you told me, little child, (angel of your life)
I have to find my Eden now, the gates I behind.
The will remain.
No to gain.

where's your son.
When has begun?
Who has been the

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

No one was to be a servant 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 hope and take
Is what 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 homes of the slaves,
We are all the

I to believe.
more than the eye can see
All of rainbow.

No one was to be a slave
Seek the and place the blame
me the color of the rain
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 need a

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 live in harmony, shame
The that I grant thee, The Sacred Land
Are dry desert sand on the of your hand
Without the water, the of past
Will run through fingers, forgotten so fast
Thus now when I leave you, I'm truly
This blindness, blessing, the hope of mankind..."