🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Song Of Myself - Nightwish

 Nightwish
 Song  Myself lyrics
  From A Dusty Bookshelf]
 
 [2.  That Great Heart Lying Still]
 
 The nightingale  still locked in the cage
 The deep breath  took still poisons my lungs
 An  oak sheltering me from the blue
 Sun bathing on  dead frozen leaves
 
 A catnap in the ghost town of  heart
 She dreams of storytime and  river ghosts
 Of mermaids, of Whitman's and  rude
 Raving harlequins,  toys
 
 A  of mea song in need
 Of  courageous symphony
 A verse of mea  in need
 Of a ppure-heart singing me  peace
 
 All that great  lying still and slowly dying
 All that great heart lying still on  angelwing
 
 All that great heart  still
 In silent 
 Smiling  a clown until the show has come to an end
 What  left for encore
 Is  same old dead boy's song
  in silence
  that great heart lying still and slowly dying
 All  great heart lying still on an angelwing
 
 A midnight  into Covington Woods
 A princess and a panther by m 
  are Territories I live for
 I'd still give mt everything to  you more
 
  Piano Black]
 
 A  symphony
 A  opus #1, 2, 3
 
 Sometimes the  is piano black
 Piano black over cleansing 
 
 Resting pipes, verse  bore
 Rusting keys without a 
 
 Sometimes  within is piano black
  black over cleansing waters
 
 All that  heart lying still and slowly dying
  that great heart lying still on an angelwing
 
 [4. Love]
 
 I see a slow, simple youngster by  busy street,
 With a  bowl in his shaking hand.
 Trying to  but hurting infinitely. Nobody notices.
 I do, but walk 
 
 An old man gets naked and kisses a model-doll in his 
  half-light and he's in tears.
 When he finally  his eyes are cascading.
 
 I see a beaten  in a pungent alley. He tries to bite me.
 All pride has left his  eyes.
 I wish I had my leg to 
 
 A mother visits  son, smiles to him through the bars.
 She's never loved him 
 
 An obese girl enters an  with me.
 All  up fancy, a green butterfly on her neck.
  sweeet perfume deafens me.
 She's going to  alone.
 That makes  even more beautiful.
 
 I see a model's  on a brick wall.
 A statue of porcelain  beside a violent city kill.
 A city that  flesh.
 
 The 1st thing I ever heard  a wandering
  telling his story
 It was you,  grass under my bare feet
 The campfire in the dead of 
 The  black of sky and sea
 
  was us
 Roaming  rainy roads, combing the guilded beaches
 Waking up  a new gallery of wonders every morn
 Bathing  places no-one's seen before
  on some matt-painted island
 Clad in nothing but the  - beauty's finest robe
 
 Beyond all mortality we are, swinging in the breath  nature
 In early air of  dawn of life
  sight to silence the heavens
 
 I want to travel where  travels,
  it's permanent lead
 Where the air  like snow music
  grass smells like fresh-born Eden
 I would pass no man, no stranger, no tragedy  rapture
 I would bathe in  world of sensation
 Love,  and simplicity
 (While violated  imprisoned by technology)
 
 The thought of my  graves was the only moment
 I used to  true love
 That  remains infintie,
 As I'll never  the man my father is
 
 How  you "just be yourself"
 When you don't know who  are?
 Stop  "I know how you feel"
 How could  know how another feels?
 
 Who am I to  a priest, beggar,
 Whore, politician, 
  am, you are, all of them already
 
 Dear child, stop working,  play
 Forget every 
 There's no fear  a dream
 
 "Is there  village inside this snowflake?"
 - a child  me
 "What's the  of our lullaby?"
 
  never been so close to truth as then
 I  it's silver lining
 
 Death is the winner in  war
 Nothing noble in  for your religion
  your country
 For ideology, for 
  another man, yes
 
 Paper is dead without 
 Ink idle without  poem
 All the world dead  stories
 Without  and disarming beauty
 
  realism costs souls
 
  seen the Lord smile?
  he care for the 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  over nightmare ground
 
  see all those empty cradles and wonder
 If  will never change
 
 I, too, wish to  a decent manboy but all I am
 Is  and mirrors
 Still  everything, may I be deserving
 
 And there forever  the change from G to E minor