Luyện nghe bài hát The Power Of One

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

Father I killed many angels,
I think.
I now walk to the sea.
I hope I will someday me
moor
my empty boat on a

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

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

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

Now I have time to dwell on, awareness, dreadful crime.
I saw the colors too bright, not that I was blind.
I slayed a man who took a chance and the forbidden wine.
The map I draw reveals 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 have to find my Eden now, the I left behind.
The pain remain.
No to gain.

Mother your son.
When has begun?
Who has been the

No one was born to be a or a slave.
Who can me the color of the rain?
In the world that we live in, the said and done
They can 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 give and take life
Is that what you're for?

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

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

I to believe.
more than the eye can see
All of rainbow.

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

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

No one was born to be a
Seek the and place the blame
Tell me the color of the
No one was to be a master

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