Luyện nghe bài hát The Power Of One

"My land, my mother's 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 will someday me
moor
my empty boat on a

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 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 dwell on, self awareness, crime.
I saw the colors too bright, not that I was blind.
I slayed a man who took a chance and 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 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.

where's your son.
When has this
Who has been the

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 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 live in, the said and done
They can well
The of one.

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

To that you are right
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.
There's 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
praise the oneness, the lie
To a web around the faker
We will need a

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

"Children of Abel, Children of
Can live in harmony, without
The that I grant thee, The Sacred Land
Are dry desert sand on the palm of your
Without the water, the wisdom of
run through your fingers, forgotten so fast
Thus now I leave you, I'm truly blind
This blindness, this blessing, the of mankind..."