🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Song Of Myself - Nightwish

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