Luyện nghe bài hát The Power Of One

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

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

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

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

Mother I've seen too much, I 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 to dwell on, self awareness, dreadful crime.
I saw the colors too bright, not that I was blind.
I a man who took a chance and drank the forbidden wine.
The map I draw that I have been complete, machine, in team.

Father seen too much, I hate to live my life.
Forgot every you told 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.
When has this
Who has the fool?

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 overrun
The of one.

No one was to be a servant or a slave.
Can you tell me the color of the
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 that what you're here

To think that you are
To make sure it fly
Is the making of a hate

In the of the brave,
In the of the land slaves,
We are all the

I to believe.
There's more the eye can see
All of rainbow.

No one was to be a slave
the past and place the blame
Tell me the of the rain
No one was to be a master

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

No one was to be a slave
Seek the past and the blame
Tell me the color of the
No one was born to be a

"Children of Abel, Children of
Can live in harmony, shame
The keys that I grant thee, The Land
Are dry desert on the palm of your hand
Without the water, the of past
run through your fingers, forgotten so fast
Thus now when I leave you, I'm blind
This blindness, blessing, the hope of mankind..."