Luyện nghe bài hát The Power Of One

"My father's land, my tongue
Misleaded me so
For many years I
The hatred is the 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 that in my veins.
But I seem to forget we are all the same.

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

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

Now I have time to dwell on, awareness, dreadful crime.
I saw the colors too bright, not that I was blind.
I slayed a man who 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 to live my life.
Forgot every word you told me, stubborn child, (angel of your life)
I have to my Eden now, the gates I left behind.
The will remain.
No to gain.

Mother where's son.
has this begun?
Who has the fool?

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

To and let die
To give hope and take
Is that what you're here

To think that you are
To make sure it 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 born to be a
the past and place the blame
Tell me the of the rain
No one was born to be a

In the we live, we die
praise the oneness, the lie
To a web around 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 in harmony, without shame
The keys that I grant thee, The Sacred
Are dry desert sand on the palm of hand
Without the water, the wisdom of
Will run through your fingers, so fast
Thus now when I you, I'm truly blind
This blindness, this blessing, the of mankind..."