🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Song Of Myself - Nightwish

 Nightwish
 Song Of Myself 
  From A Dusty Bookshelf]
 
 [2. All That Great  Lying Still]
 
 The  is still locked in the cage
 The deep breath I took still  my lungs
  old oak sheltering me from the blue
 Sun bathing  it's dead frozen leaves
 
 A catnap in  ghost town of my heart
 She  of storytime and the river ghosts
 Of mermaids, of Whitman's and the 
  harlequins, gigantic toys
 
  song of mea song in need
 Of  courageous symphony
  verse of mea verse in need
 Of a ppure-heart singing me  peace
 
 All that great heart lying  and slowly dying
 All that great heart lying still  an angelwing
 
 All that great heart  still
  silent suffering
 Smiling like a clown until the show has come to  end
 What is  for encore
 Is the same old  boy's song
 Sung  silence
 All  great heart lying still and slowly dying
 All that great  lying still on an angelwing
 
 A midnight flight  Covington Woods
 A princess and a  by m side
 These are  I live for
 I'd still give mt everything to love you 
 
  Piano Black]
 
 A  symphony
 A hollow opus #1,  3
 
 Sometimes the sky is  black
 Piano black over  waters
 
  pipes, verse of bore
 Rusting  without a door
 
 Sometimes the within is piano 
 Piano black  cleansing waters
 
 All that great heart lying  and slowly dying
 All that great heart lying  on an angelwing
 
 [4. Love]
 
 I see a slow, simple youngster by a  street,
 With a begging bowl in  shaking hand.
 Trying  smile but hurting infinitely. Nobody notices.
 I do,  walk by.
 
 An old man gets naked and kisses a  in his attic
 It's  and he's in 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 wild 
 I wish I  my leg to spare.
 
 A mother visits her son, smiles to him through  bars.
 She's never loved  more.
 
 An obese  enters an elevator with me.
 All dressed up fancy,  green 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.
  statue of porcelain perfection beside a violent city kill.
 A city that  flesh.
 
 The 1st thing  ever heard was a wandering
  telling his story
 It was you, the grass under  bare feet
 The campfire in the dead  night
 The  black of sky and sea
 
  was us
  the rainy roads, combing the guilded beaches
  up to a new gallery of wonders every morn
 Bathing in places no-one's  before
 Shipwrecked on some  island
 Clad in nothing but  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  the heavens
 
 I  to travel where life travels,
  it's permanent lead
 Where the air tastes like snow 
 Where grass smells like fresh-born 
 I would pass no man, no  no tragedy or rapture
 I would bathe in  world of sensation
 Love, goodness and 
 (While violated and imprisoned by 
 
 The thought of  family's graves was the only moment
 I used to experience true 
 That  remains infintie,
 As I'll  be the man my father is
 
 How  you "just be yourself"
 When  don't know who you are?
 Stop saying "I know how  feel"
 How could anyone know how another 
 
 Who am  to judge a priest, beggar,
 Whore, politician, 
 I am, you are,  of them already
 
 Dear child, stop working, go 
 Forget every 
 There's no  in a dream
 
 "Is there a village inside this 
 - a  asked me
 "What's the colour of  lullaby?"
 
 I've never been so close  truth as then
 I touched it's  lining
 
 Death is the  in any war
 Nothing noble in dying for  religion
 For  country
  ideology, for faith
 For another man, 
 
 Paper is dead  words
 Ink  without a poem
 All the  dead without stories
  love and disarming beauty
 
  realism costs souls
 
  seen the Lord smile?
 Allt he care for the world made Beautiful a  man?
 Why do  still carry a device of torture around our necks?
 Oh, how rotten your  is
 All you  fools living over nightmare ground
 
 I see all those empty  and wonder
 If man  never change
 
 I, too, wish to be a decent manboy but  I am
 Is  and mirrors
 Still given everything, may I  deserving
 
 And there forever remains the change  G to E minor