Luyện nghe bài hát The Prophet

[The old Komodia]

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

I can my thoughts to flood the room
Embracing and webbing the reborn.
The love they are feeling I never can
The sadness the hatered my own.

So many - they long to be saved,
Somne beasts, some sinners, lost in their fate.
For all to rescue my too short,
Refuse all the evil - divine all the

[Ref.:] I never asked for a higher
I never 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) holder of darkness - the of light.
This melancholy of giving - not taking
Can not be by me.

I'm here to flare a
To guide the on to their fate.
Like I (once) sent his story to take.
But no one that candle for me.

So as the years of helping and
Had away my will to live.
I to the sea of my time and my being,
I into (the) waves as it was my will.