Luyện nghe bài hát The Prophet

[The old Komodia]

I would never of me as a hero
A bringer of wisdom of and of peace
I never think of me in a vortex
of of future and vitality.

I can spread my to flood the room
and webbing the people reborn.
The they are feeling I never can taste;
The the hatered remains my own.

So many souls - they to be saved,
beasts, some sinners, some lost in their fate.
For all to my lifespan's too short,
all the evil - divine all the gods?

[Ref.:] I never asked for a believing
I questioned the way I was born
I wanted to walk among angels
I wanted to be so alone.

[Bridge:] Alone with my - alone in my mind
(The) of darkness - the bringer of light.
This circle of giving - not taking
Can not be by me.

I'm here to a sign
To guide the lost on to fate.
Like I (once) sent Dante his to take.
But no one holds candle for me.

So as the years of and bleeding
Had passed my will to live.
I returned to the sea of my and my being,
I melted into (the) as it was my will.