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

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

In your own blaze of hate you've spawn the in many lifes
You've taken action it was all said on the signs.
You cannot the feeling burning deep inside your spine
You now collapse, cave in revealing 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 to find my Eden now, the gates I left behind.
But the pain remain.
No to gain.

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

Father I've 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 tell me the of the rain?
In the world that we in, the things said and done
They can well
The of one.

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

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

To that you are right
To sure it won't fly
Is the of a hate crime

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

I to believe.
There's than the eye can see
All of rainbow.

No one was to be a slave
Seek the past and place the
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 born to be a
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 in harmony, without shame
The keys that I grant thee, The Sacred
Are dry desert sand on the palm of your
Without the water, the wisdom of
Will run your fingers, forgotten so fast
Thus now I leave you, I'm truly blind
This blindness, this blessing, the of mankind..."