🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Song Of Myself - Nightwish

 Nightwish
 Song Of Myself 
 [1. From A  Bookshelf]
 
 [2. All That Great Heart  Still]
 
  nightingale is still locked in the cage
 The deep breath I took still poisons  lungs
 An old oak sheltering me  the blue
 Sun bathing on it's dead  leaves
 
 A catnap  the ghost town of my heart
 She dreams of storytime and the  ghosts
 Of mermaids, of  and the rude
 Raving harlequins, gigantic 
 
 A song of  song in need
 Of  courageous symphony
 A  of mea verse in need
 Of a  singing me to peace
 
 All that great  lying still and slowly dying
 All that great  lying still on an angelwing
 
 All that great  lying still
 In silent 
 Smiling like a clown until  show has come to an end
  is left for encore
 Is the same  dead boy's song
 Sung  silence
 All that great heart  still and slowly dying
 All that great heart lying still  an angelwing
 
 A midnight flight into  Woods
 A princess and a panther by  side
 These are Territories I  for
 I'd still give  everything to love you more
 
  Piano Black]
 
  silent symphony
 A hollow opus #1, 2, 
 
  the sky is piano black
 Piano black over cleansing 
 
 Resting pipes,  of bore
 Rusting keys without  door
 
 Sometimes  within is piano black
 Piano black over cleansing 
 
 All that great heart lying  and slowly dying
 All that great heart lying  on an angelwing
 
 [4. Love]
 
 I see a slow, simple youngster by a busy 
 With a begging  in his shaking hand.
 Trying to smile but hurting  Nobody notices.
 I do, but  by.
 
 An old man gets naked  kisses a model-doll in his attic
 It's half-light  he's in tears.
 When he finally comes his eyes are 
 
 I see a beaten dog in a pungent alley. He tries  bite me.
 All pride  left his wild eyes.
 I  I had my leg to spare.
 
 A mother visits her son, smiles to him  the bars.
  never loved him more.
 
 An  girl enters an elevator with me.
 All dressed up fancy, a green butterfly on  neck.
 Terribly sweeet  deafens me.
 She's  to dinner alone.
 That makes  even more beautiful.
 
 I see a model's face  a brick wall.
 A statue of porcelain perfection beside  violent city kill.
 A  that worships flesh.
 
 The 1st thing  ever heard was a wandering
 Man telling  story
 It was  the grass under my bare feet
 The  in the dead of night
 The heavenly black of sky and 
 
 It  us
 Roaming the rainy roads, combing  guilded beaches
 Waking  to a new gallery of wonders every morn
 Bathing  places no-one's seen before
  on some matt-painted island
 Clad in nothing but the surf -  finest robe
 
 Beyond all mortality we are, swinging  the breath of nature
 In early air of the dawn  life
  sight to silence the heavens
 
  want to travel where life travels,
 Following  permanent lead
 Where the air tastes  snow music
  grass smells like fresh-born Eden
 I would pass no man,  stranger, no tragedy or rapture
 I  bathe in a world of sensation
 Love, goodness  simplicity
 (While  and imprisoned by technology)
 
 The thought of  family's graves was the only moment
 I used to experience true 
 That love  infintie,
  I'll never be the man my father is
 
 How  you "just be yourself"
 When you  know who you are?
 Stop  "I know how you feel"
 How could anyone know how another 
 
 Who am I to judge  priest, beggar,
 Whore,  wrongdoer?
 I am,  are, all of them already
 
 Dear child,  working, go play
 Forget every 
  no fear in a dream
 
  there a village inside this snowflake?"
 - a child asked 
 "What's  colour of our lullaby?"
 
 I've never been so close to truth  then
 I  it's silver lining
 
 Death is the winner in  war
 Nothing noble in dying for  religion
 For  country
 For  for faith
 For  man, yes
 
 Paper  dead without words
 Ink  without a poem
 All the world dead  stories
 Without love and  beauty
 
 Careless realism  souls
 
 Ever  the Lord smile?
 Allt he care for the world made Beautiful a sad 
 Why do we still carry a device  torture around our necks?
 Oh, how rotten  pre-apocalypse is
 All you bible-black fools living over  ground
 
  see all those empty cradles and wonder
 If man  never change
 
 I, too, wish  be a decent manboy but all I am
  smoke and mirrors
 Still  everything, may I be deserving
 
 And  forever remains the change from G to E minor