Luyện nghe bài hát The Power Of One

"My father's land, my mother's
me so shamelessly
For years I misbelieved
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 for the blue blood that runs in my veins.
But I seem to that we are all the same.

In your own blaze of hate you've spawn the fear in many
You've action thinking it was all said on the signs.
You heal the feeling 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 dwell on, self awareness, crime.
I saw the too bright, not knowing that I was blind.
I slayed a man who took a and drank the forbidden wine.
The map I draw that I have been complete, machine, in team.

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

where's 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 that we live in, the said and done
They can well
The of one.

No one was born to be a or a slave.
Can you tell me the of the rain?
In the world that we live in, the said and done
They can overrun
The of one.

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

To that you are right
To sure it won't fly
Is the making of a 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 past and 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 need a true

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

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