Luyện nghe bài hát The Power Of One

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

Father I have killed angels,
I think.
I will now 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 to forget that we are all the same.

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

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

Now I time to dwell on, self awareness, dreadful crime.
I saw the colors too bright, not that I was blind.
I slayed a man who took a chance and the forbidden wine.
The map I reveals 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 Eden now, the I left behind.
The pain remain.
No to gain.

Mother where's son.
When has this
Who has been the

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

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

To that you are right
To make it won't fly
Is the of a hate 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 place the
me the color of the rain
No one was born to be a

In the we live, we die
the oneness, praise the lie
To a web around the faker
We will a true

No one was to be a slave
Seek the 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 of past
Will run your fingers, forgotten so fast
Thus now when I leave you, I'm truly
This blindness, blessing, the hope of mankind..."