🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Song Of Myself - Nightwish

 Nightwish
 Song  Myself lyrics
 [1.  A Dusty Bookshelf]
 
  All That Great Heart Lying Still]
 
 The nightingale is  locked in the cage
 The deep breath I took  poisons my lungs
 An old oak sheltering me from the 
 Sun bathing on it's dead  leaves
 
 A catnap in the ghost town  my heart
 She dreams of storytime  the river ghosts
 Of mermaids, of Whitman's and the 
 Raving  gigantic toys
 
 A song of mea  in need
 Of  courageous symphony
 A verse of  verse in need
 Of a ppure-heart  me to peace
 
 All  great heart lying still and slowly dying
 All  great heart lying still on an angelwing
 
 All that great  lying still
  silent suffering
 Smiling like a clown until the show has come  an end
 What is left  encore
 Is  same old dead boy's song
 Sung in 
 All that great heart lying still  slowly dying
 All that great heart lying  on an angelwing
 
 A  flight into Covington Woods
 A princess and a panther by  side
 These are Territories I live 
 I'd still give mt everything to  you more
 
  Piano Black]
 
  silent symphony
 A hollow opus  2, 3
 
 Sometimes the sky is  black
 Piano black over  waters
 
 Resting pipes, verse  bore
 Rusting  without a door
 
 Sometimes the  is piano black
 Piano black over cleansing 
 
 All  great heart lying still and slowly dying
  that great heart lying still on an angelwing
 
 [4. Love]
 
 I  a slow, simple youngster by a busy street,
 With a begging bowl in his  hand.
 Trying to smile but  infinitely. Nobody notices.
  do, but walk by.
 
 An old man  naked and kisses a model-doll in his attic
 It's  and he's in tears.
 When he finally comes his eyes  cascading.
 
  see a beaten dog in a pungent alley. He tries to bite me.
 All pride has  his wild eyes.
 I wish I had  leg to spare.
 
 A mother visits her son, smiles to him through the 
  never loved him more.
 
 An obese  enters an elevator with me.
 All dressed up fancy, a green  on her neck.
 Terribly  perfume deafens me.
 She's going  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  heard was a wandering
 Man  his story
 It was you, the  under my bare feet
  campfire in the dead of night
 The heavenly black of  and sea
 
 It  us
 Roaming the rainy roads, combing  guilded beaches
 Waking up to  new gallery of wonders every morn
 Bathing in places  seen before
 Shipwrecked on some  island
 Clad in nothing but the surf  beauty's finest robe
 
 Beyond all mortality  are, swinging in the breath of nature
 In early air of the dawn  life
  sight to silence the heavens
 
 I want to travel where life 
  it's permanent lead
 Where the air tastes like snow 
  grass smells like fresh-born Eden
 I would pass no man, no stranger, no tragedy  rapture
 I would bathe in a  of sensation
 Love, goodness  simplicity
  violated and imprisoned by technology)
 
 The thought of my family's graves was the only 
 I used to  true love
 That love  infintie,
 As I'll never be the man  father is
 
 How can  "just be yourself"
  you don't know who you are?
 Stop saying  know how you feel"
 How could anyone know  another feels?
 
  am I to judge a priest, beggar,
  politician, wrongdoer?
 I am,  are, all of them already
 
 Dear child, stop working, go 
 Forget  rule
 There's  fear in a dream
 
 "Is there  village inside this snowflake?"
 - a child asked 
  the colour of our lullaby?"
 
 I've never been so close to truth  then
 I touched it's silver 
 
 Death  the winner in any war
 Nothing  in dying for your religion
  your country
 For ideology,  faith
 For another man, 
 
 Paper is  without words
  idle without a poem
 All the world dead  stories
 Without love and disarming 
 
  realism costs souls
 
 Ever  the Lord smile?
 Allt he care for the  made Beautiful a sad man?
 Why do we still carry a  of torture around our necks?
  how rotten your pre-apocalypse is
 All you bible-black  living over nightmare ground
 
 I see all those  cradles and wonder
 If man  never change
 
  too, wish to be a decent manboy but all I am
 Is  and mirrors
 Still given everything,  I be deserving
 
  there forever remains the change from G to E minor