Luyện nghe bài hát The Power Of One

"My land, my mother's tongue
Misleaded me so
For years I misbelieved
The hatred is the 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 blood that in my veins.
But I to forget that we are all the same.

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

Mother I've seen too much, I 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 pain remain.
No to gain.

Now I have time to dwell on, self awareness, 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 have complete, machine, in team.

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

Mother where's son.
has this begun?
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 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 that you are
To make it won't fly
Is the of a hate 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 born to be a
the past and place the blame
Tell me the of the rain
No one was born to be a

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

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

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