Luyện nghe bài hát The Power Of One

"My father's land, my mother's
Misleaded me so
For many I misbelieved
The hatred is the for me.."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To and let die
To give hope and life
Is that what you're for?

To that you are right
To make it won't fly
Is the making of a hate

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
Tell me the of the rain
No one was to be a master

In the we live, we die
praise the oneness, the lie
To bind a web the faker
We need 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 that I grant thee, The Sacred Land
Are dry desert sand on the palm of hand
Without the water, the wisdom of
Will run through your fingers, forgotten so
now when I leave you, I'm truly blind
This blindness, blessing, the hope of mankind..."