🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Song Of Myself - Nightwish

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