🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Song Of Myself - Nightwish

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