Luyện nghe bài hát The Power Of One

"My father's land, my tongue
Misleaded me so
For many I misbelieved
The hatred is the for me.."

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

I can blame for the blue blood runs in my veins.
But I seem to forget 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 deep inside your spine
You now collapse, cave in revealing scabby marks of

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

Now I have time to on, self awareness, dreadful crime.
I saw the colors too bright, not 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 you told me, stubborn little child, (angel of your life)
I have to find my Eden now, the gates I behind.
The will remain.
No to gain.

Mother your son.
has this 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 things and done
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 and done
They can well
The of one.

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

To think you are right
To sure it won't fly
Is the of a hate 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 born to be a
Seek the past and the blame
Tell me the of the rain
No one was to be a master

In the we live, we die
praise the oneness, the lie
To bind a web around the
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 in harmony, without shame
The keys I grant thee, The Sacred Land
Are dry desert sand on the palm of your
Without the water, the wisdom of
Will run through your fingers, so fast
Thus now I leave you, I'm truly blind
This blindness, blessing, the hope of mankind..."