Luyện nghe bài hát The Power Of One

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

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

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

In your own blaze of hate you've spawn the in many lifes
You've taken thinking it was all said on the signs.
You cannot heal the feeling burning deep inside your
You now collapse, cave in revealing scabby marks of

Mother seen too much, I hate to live my life.
Forgot every word you told me, little child, (angel of your life)
I have to find my Eden now, the 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 a man who took a chance and drank the forbidden wine.
The map I draw reveals that I been complete, machine, in team.

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

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

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

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

To think that you are
To sure it won't 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.
There's than the eye can see
All of rainbow.

No one was born to be a
Seek the past and place the
Tell me the color of the
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
Seek the past and place the
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 grant thee, The Land
Are dry desert sand on the palm of your
the water, the wisdom 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..."