🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Song Of Myself - Nightwish

 Nightwish
 Song Of  lyrics
  From A Dusty Bookshelf]
 
 [2.  That Great Heart Lying Still]
 
 The nightingale is still  in the cage
 The deep  I took still poisons my lungs
 An old oak sheltering me from the 
 Sun bathing on it's dead  leaves
 
 A catnap  the ghost town of my heart
 She  of storytime and the river ghosts
 Of  of Whitman's and the rude
  harlequins, gigantic toys
 
 A  of mea song in need
 Of a courageous 
 A verse of mea verse in 
 Of a ppure-heart singing  to peace
 
 All that great  lying still and slowly dying
 All that great heart lying  on an angelwing
 
 All that great heart lying 
 In silent 
 Smiling like a clown until the show has  to an end
  is left for encore
 Is the same old  boy's song
 Sung  silence
 All that great heart lying still and slowly 
 All that great heart lying still on an 
 
 A midnight flight into  Woods
 A princess and a panther  m side
 These are Territories I  for
 I'd still give mt everything to love  more
 
  Piano Black]
 
  silent symphony
  hollow opus #1, 2, 3
 
 Sometimes  sky is piano black
 Piano black over cleansing 
 
 Resting pipes,  of bore
 Rusting keys  a door
 
 Sometimes the within is piano 
  black over cleansing waters
 
 All that great heart lying still and  dying
 All that great heart lying still  an angelwing
 
 [4. Love]
 
 I see a  simple youngster by a busy street,
 With  begging bowl in his shaking hand.
 Trying to smile but  infinitely. Nobody notices.
  do, but walk by.
 
 An old man gets naked and kisses  model-doll in his attic
 It's half-light and  in tears.
 When he finally comes his  are cascading.
 
 I see a beaten dog in a pungent  He tries to bite me.
 All pride has left his  eyes.
 I wish  had my leg to spare.
 
 A mother  her son, smiles to him through the bars.
 She's  loved him more.
 
 An obese girl enters an elevator  me.
 All dressed up fancy, a green butterfly on her 
 Terribly sweeet  deafens me.
 She's going to  alone.
 That makes her even more 
 
  see a model's face on a brick wall.
 A  of porcelain perfection beside a violent city kill.
 A city that worships 
 
 The 1st thing I ever heard was a 
 Man telling his 
 It was you, the grass under  bare feet
 The  in the dead of night
 The heavenly black  sky and sea
 
 It was 
  the rainy roads, combing the guilded beaches
 Waking up to a new gallery of wonders  morn
 Bathing in places no-one's  before
  on some matt-painted island
 Clad in nothing but  surf - beauty's finest robe
 
 Beyond all mortality  are, swinging in the breath of nature
 In early air of the dawn of 
 A sight to silence the 
 
  want to travel where life travels,
 Following it's  lead
 Where the air tastes like snow 
  grass smells like fresh-born Eden
 I would pass no man, no stranger,  tragedy or rapture
  would bathe in a world of sensation
 Love, goodness and 
 (While violated  imprisoned by technology)
 
 The thought of my family's graves  the only moment
 I used to  true love
 That  remains infintie,
 As I'll never be  man my father is
 
 How can you  be yourself"
 When you don't know who you 
 Stop  "I know how you feel"
 How could anyone know  another feels?
 
 Who am I  judge a priest, beggar,
 Whore,  wrongdoer?
 I am, you are, all  them already
 
 Dear  stop working, go play
  every rule
 There's no  in a dream
 
 "Is  a village inside this snowflake?"
 - a child  me
 "What's the colour  our lullaby?"
 
 I've never been so close to truth as 
 I touched  silver lining
 
 Death is the winner in any 
 Nothing noble in dying  your religion
 For your 
 For ideology, for 
 For another man, 
 
 Paper is  without words
 Ink idle without a 
 All the world dead  stories
 Without love and  beauty
 
 Careless realism costs 
 
  seen the Lord smile?
 Allt he care for the world made Beautiful a  man?
 Why do we still carry a  of torture around our necks?
 Oh, how rotten your pre-apocalypse 
 All you bible-black fools  over nightmare ground
 
 I see all those empty cradles  wonder
 If man will never 
 
 I, too, wish to  a decent manboy but all I am
 Is smoke  mirrors
 Still given everything,  I be deserving
 
  there forever remains the change from G to E minor