🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Song Of Myself - Nightwish

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