Luyện nghe bài hát The Power Of One

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

Father I have killed angels,
I think.
I now walk to the sea.
I hope I will forgive me
moor
my empty boat on a

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

In your own blaze of 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 inside your
You now collapse, cave in revealing scabby of life

Mother I've too much, I hate to live my life.
Forgot word 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 time to dwell on, self awareness, 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 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.

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

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

No one was born to be a or a slave.
Can you tell me the color of the
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 take
Is that what here for?

To think that you are
To make sure it 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.
more than the eye can see
All of rainbow.

No one was born to be a
the past and place the blame
Tell me the 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 a true

No one was born to be a
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 in harmony, without shame
The keys that I grant thee, The Sacred
Are dry desert sand on the of your hand
Without the water, the of past
Will run through fingers, forgotten so fast
now when I leave you, I'm truly blind
This blindness, blessing, the hope of mankind..."