🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Song Of Myself - Nightwish

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