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

 [Music & Words: Jon Oliva, Chris  Johnny Lee Middleton, Paul O'Neill]
 
 As he stood upon the watch 
 Looking  onto the sea
 It would  no solutions
 Only silent 
 
  he took hold of the reasons
 As he tried to 
 But they offered  confusion
 
 As they  into his hands
 
 Dear god
 
 Couldn't you 
 What should happen  a man's assassins
 
 Dear god
 
 Is it 
  have never been a man of passions
 
 I  what the prophets said
 
 That the oceans hold  dead
 But at night when the waves  near
 They whisper
 
  I hear
 
 There are wounds that bleed inside 
 There are wounds we never 
 They are part of  refinements
  allow a man to be
 
 There are  that bleed in silence
  aristocratic grace
  are tears we keep beside them
 Never seen  a face
 
 Dear god
 
 Do  think it's wise
  remember everything that & #146; s ever happened
 
 Dear god
 
 Could we 
 Or must the  of this night be everlasting
 
 I believe what the prophets 
 
 That the oceans hold their 
  I contemplate this stand
 What I 
 
  who I am
 
 I believe what  prophets said
 
 That the  hold their dead
 But at night when  waves are near
 They whisper
 
 And I 
 
 Don't see  storms are forming
 Don't see or heed the 
 
 Don't hear  sound of tyrants
 Surrounded by  silence
 
 Columbus and Magellan and de 
 Sailed upon  ocean
 In a world of 
 With thoughts  primitive
  men were killed
 
 With  more will
 Than that they simply  the notion
 But in  world of heartless men
 This  they never did
 
 Don't hear 
 Don't hear 
 Don't  it
 Don't hear 
 
 Got to keep  underground
  you never heard a sound
 
 If they find it kill it blind 
 If they find it kill  blind it
 
 Lord tell me  is to be
 Lord  me what is to be
 
 They  and I hear
 
 After a night of little 
 He opened the gangway 
  felt his world collapsing
 
  believing what he saw
 
 For there with hands  his head
  a fourth stowaway
 Trying  surrender
 Not knowing the price he would 
 
 Miguel knew he must act 
 If the lad was to  any hope
  he pointed to the captain
 And ran  finger cross his throat
 
 And though he  little english
 The  seemed to understand
  followed miguel to a hiding spot
 And placed  life into his hands
 
 After many days in 
 They safely reached the 
 And there the stowaway was  free
 And the  brought to court
 
 But then  took an evil twist
 And justice seemed  fail
  miguel was held as a refugee
 And the captain  on bail
 
 And the company  the maersk dubai
 Brought lawyers by  pack
 Who  search for technicalities
  let the case slip through the cracks
 
 So while the lawyers search  loopholes
 Miguel still sits and 
 In some small room, his future 
 While justice 
 
 And I wonder what the  thinks
 Each evening  his bed
 And if  shares his dreams at night
 With  recent dead
 
  captain there will be a day
 When your soul will wash up  heaven's shore
 I pray that when  reach that day
  god's mercy is more than yours
 
 And sometimes  the evening
  will take long walks
 And like the old sailor  him
 With the  he will talk
 
 And  he walks along
 He  in the ocean's morphine mist
 And looking once more across  night
  the stars to grant a wish