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 have killed angels,
I think.
I will now to the sea.
I I will someday forgive me
Please
my empty 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 own blaze of hate you've spawn the fear in many lifes
You've taken thinking it was all said on the signs.
You cannot heal the feeling deep inside your spine
You now collapse, cave in revealing scabby marks of

Mother I've too much, I hate to live 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.
But the will remain.
No to gain.

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

Father 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.

Mother where's son.
When has begun?
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 in, the things said and done
They can well
The of one.

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

To and let die
To hope and take life
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 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
Seek the past and place the
Tell me the color of the
No one was to be a master

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

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

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