🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: The Wake Of Magellan - Savatage

 [Music & Words:  Oliva, Chris Caffery, Johnny Lee Middleton, Paul O'Neill]
 
 As  stood upon the watch deck
 Looking  onto the sea
  would offer no solutions
 Only silent 
 
 So he  hold of the reasons
 As he  to understand
 But they offered  confusion
 
 As they bled into his 
 
 Dear god
 
 Couldn't  decide
 What should  to a man's assassins
 
 Dear god
 
 Is  suicide
 I have never been a man  passions
 
  believe what the prophets said
 
  the oceans hold their dead
 But at  when the waves are near
 They whisper
 
 And I 
 
 There are wounds that bleed  us
 There are wounds we  see
 They are part of  refinements
 That allow a  to be
 
  are wounds that bleed in silence
 With aristocratic 
 There are tears  keep beside them
 Never  upon a face
 
 Dear god
 
  you think it's wise
 To remember everything that &  s ever happened
 
 Dear god
 
 Could  compromise
 Or must the shadows of this  be everlasting
 
 I believe what  prophets said
 
  the oceans hold their dead
 As I contemplate  stand
 What  do
 
 Is  I am
 
 I believe what the  said
 
 That  oceans hold their dead
 But at night when  waves are near
 They whisper
 
 And  hear
 
 Don't see  storms are forming
  see or heed the warning
 
 Don't  the sound of tyrants
 Surrounded by the 
 
 Columbus and Magellan and  gama
 Sailed  the ocean
 In  world of ignorance
 With thoughts so 
 That men were 
 
 With no more 
 Than that they  had the notion
 But in this world of  men
 This thing they never 
 
 Don't hear 
  hear it
 Don't  it
 Don't hear 
 
 Got to keep it 
 Pretend you  heard a sound
 
 If they find it kill it  it
  they find it kill it blind it
 
 Lord tell  what is to be
 Lord tell me  is to be
 
 They whisper and I 
 
  a night of little sleep
 He  the gangway door
 And felt his world 
 
 Not  what he saw
 
 For there with hands above  head
  a fourth stowaway
 Trying to 
 Not knowing the price  would pay
 
 Miguel knew he must  quickly
 If the lad was to have  hope
 So he pointed to the 
 And ran a finger cross  throat
 
 And  he spoke little english
 The  seemed to understand
 And followed  to a hiding spot
 And placed his  into his hands
 
 After  days in fear
 They  reached the port
 And there  stowaway was set free
  the captain brought to court
 
 But then things took an  twist
 And justice seemed to 
  miguel was held as a refugee
 And the captain freed on 
 
 And the company of the maersk 
  lawyers by the pack
 Who would search  technicalities
 To  the case slip through the cracks
 
 So  the lawyers search for loopholes
 Miguel still sits  waits
 In some small room, his  ruined
  justice hesitates
 
  I wonder what the captain thinks
  evening in his bed
 And if  shares his dreams at night
 With the recent 
 
  captain there will be a day
 When your  will wash up on heaven's shore
 I pray that when  reach that day
 That  mercy is more than yours
 
 And  in the evening
 Miguel will  long walks
 And  the old sailor before him
 With the ocean he will 
 
 And as he  along
  breathes in the ocean's morphine mist
 And looking  more across the night
 Dares the stars to grant a