Luyện nghe bài hát The Power Of One

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

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

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 hate you've spawn the fear in many
You've taken action thinking it was all on the signs.
You cannot heal the feeling burning inside your spine
You now collapse, cave in scabby marks of life

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

Father seen too much, I hate to live my life.
Forgot word 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 been the

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

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

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

To think you are right
To sure it won't fly
Is the making of a crime

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

I to believe.
more than the eye can see
All of rainbow.

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

In the we live, we die
the oneness, praise the lie
To bind a web the faker
We will need a

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

"Children of Abel, Children of
Can live in harmony, without
The keys that I thee, The Sacred Land
Are dry desert on the palm of your hand
the water, the wisdom of past
Will run your fingers, forgotten so fast
Thus now when I leave you, I'm truly
This blindness, this blessing, the of mankind..."