Luyện nghe bài hát The Power Of One

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

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

I can blame for the blue that runs in my veins.
But I seem to that we are all the same.

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

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

Now I time to dwell on, self awareness, dreadful crime.
I saw the colors too bright, not knowing I was blind.
I slayed a man who took a and drank the forbidden 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 word you told me, stubborn child, (angel of your life)
I have to find my Eden now, the gates I behind.
The will 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 that we live in, the things 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 that we live in, the things said and
They can overrun
The of one.

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

To that you are right
To make 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 and place the blame
me the color of the rain
No one was born to be a

In the we live, we die
praise the oneness, the lie
To bind a web the faker
We will need a

No one was born to be a
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 in harmony, without shame
The that I grant thee, The Sacred Land
Are dry desert sand on the palm of hand
Without the water, the wisdom of
run through your fingers, forgotten so fast
Thus now when I leave you, I'm truly
blindness, this blessing, the hope of mankind..."