🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Song Of Myself - Nightwish

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