Luyện nghe bài hát The Power Of One

"My father's land, my tongue
Misleaded me so
For many I misbelieved
The hatred is the for me.."

Father I killed many angels,
I think.
I now walk 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 seem to forget we are all the same.

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

Mother seen 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, awareness, dreadful 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.

I've seen too much, I hate to live my life.
Forgot every you told 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 this
Who has been the

No one was to be a servant or a slave.
Who can me the color of the rain?
In the world that we live in, the 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 overrun
The of one.

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

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

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

I to believe.
There's 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 a web around the faker
We need 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 live in harmony, without
The keys that I grant thee, The Land
Are dry desert on the palm of your hand
Without the water, the of past
Will run your fingers, forgotten so fast
now when I leave you, I'm truly blind
This blindness, blessing, the hope of mankind..."