Luyện nghe bài hát The Power Of One

"My father's land, my mother's
me so shamelessly
For years I misbelieved
The is the path for me.."

Father I have many angels,
I think.
I will now to the sea.
I hope I will someday me
Please
my empty boat on a

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

In your own blaze of hate you've the fear in many lifes
taken action thinking it was all said on the signs.
You heal the feeling burning deep inside your spine
You now collapse, cave in revealing scabby marks of

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

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

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

where's your son.
When has this
Who has the fool?

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

No one was to be a servant or a slave.
Can you tell me the 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 hope and take life
Is that what here for?

To think you are right
To make it won't fly
Is the making of a crime

In the of the brave,
In the of the land 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 past and the blame
Tell me the color of the
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 a true

No one was to be a slave
Seek the past and place the
Tell me the color of the
No one was to be a master

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