🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Song Of Myself - Nightwish

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