🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Song Of Myself - Nightwish

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