🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Song Of Myself - Nightwish

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