Luyện nghe bài hát The Power Of One

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

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

I can for the blue blood that runs in my veins.
But I seem to that 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 heal the feeling burning deep inside your spine
You now collapse, in revealing scabby marks of life

Mother I've seen too much, I hate to my life.
Forgot every you told me, stubborn little child, (angel of your life)
I have to 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 a chance and drank the forbidden wine.
The map I draw that I have been complete, machine, in team.

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

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

No one was to be a servant or a slave.
Who can tell me the color of the
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 world we live in, the things said and done
They can overrun
The of one.

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

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

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

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

No one was to be a slave
Seek the and place the blame
me the color of the rain
No one was to be a master

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