Luyện nghe bài hát The Power Of One

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

Father I have many angels,
I think.
I now walk to the sea.
I I will someday forgive me
Please
my boat on a pier

I can blame for the blue blood 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
taken action thinking it was all said on the signs.
You cannot heal the feeling deep inside your spine
You now collapse, cave in revealing marks of life

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

Mother where's son.
When has 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 world that we in, the things said and done
They can overrun
The of one.

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

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

To think that you are
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 color of the
No one was to be a master

In the we live, we die
praise the oneness, 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
Tell me the color of the
No one was to be a master

"Children of Abel, Children of
Can live in harmony, shame
The that I grant 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 when I you, I'm truly blind
This blindness, this blessing, the of mankind..."