Luyện nghe bài hát The Power Of One

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

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

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 you've spawn the fear in many lifes
You've taken thinking it was all said on the signs.
You cannot heal the feeling burning deep inside spine
You now collapse, in revealing scabby marks of life

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

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

Father I've seen too much, I hate to my life.
Forgot every word you told me, little child, (angel of your life)
I to find my Eden now, the gates I left behind.
The pain 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 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 to be a servant or a slave.
Can you tell me the of the rain?
In the that we live in, the things said and done
They can overrun
The of one.

To and let die
To give hope and life
Is that what here for?

To think that you are
To make 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.
There's than the eye can see
All of rainbow.

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

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

No one was born to be a
Seek the past and place the
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 I grant thee, The Sacred Land
Are dry desert sand on the of your hand
Without the water, the of past
Will run your fingers, forgotten so fast
Thus now when I you, I'm truly blind
blindness, this blessing, the hope of mankind..."