Luyện nghe bài hát The Power Of One

"My land, my mother's tongue
me so shamelessly
For many years I
The hatred is the for me.."

Father I have many 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 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 lifes
You've taken action thinking it was all on the signs.
You cannot heal the burning deep inside your spine
You now collapse, cave in revealing scabby marks of

Mother I've seen too much, I to live my life.
Forgot every you told me, stubborn little child, (angel of your life)
I to find my Eden now, the gates I left behind.
But the pain 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 took a and drank the forbidden wine.
The map I draw reveals I have been complete, machine, in team.

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

Mother where's son.
When has 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 overrun
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 in, the things said and done
can well overrun
The of one.

To and let die
To hope and take life
Is what you're here for?

To think you are right
To sure 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.
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 born to be a
Seek the 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 keys that I thee, The Sacred Land
Are dry desert sand on the palm of your
Without the water, the of past
Will run through your fingers, so fast
now when I leave you, I'm truly blind
This blindness, blessing, the hope of mankind..."