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.."

Father I killed many angels,
I think.
I now walk to the sea.
I I will someday forgive 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 action thinking it was all said on the signs.
You cannot heal the burning deep inside your spine
You now collapse, in revealing scabby marks of life

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

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

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

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

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

No one was to be a servant or a slave.
Can you tell me the color of the
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 life
Is that what you're for?

To think you are right
To make sure it 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 the blame
Tell me the color of the
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 will a true

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

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