Luyện nghe bài hát The Power Of One

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

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

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

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 too bright, not knowing that I was blind.
I slayed a man who took a chance and the forbidden wine.
The map I draw reveals that I been complete, machine, in team.

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

where's your son.
When has begun?
Who has the fool?

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

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

To and let die
To give hope and take
Is that what you're here

To think you are right
To sure it won't 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.
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 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 around the
We will need a

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

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