🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Song Of Myself - Nightwish

 Nightwish
 Song Of  lyrics
 [1. From A  Bookshelf]
 
 [2. All That Great Heart  Still]
 
 The nightingale is still locked  the cage
  deep breath I took still poisons my lungs
 An old  sheltering me from the blue
  bathing on it's dead frozen leaves
 
 A  in the ghost town of my heart
 She dreams of storytime and  river ghosts
 Of mermaids, of Whitman's  the rude
 Raving  gigantic toys
 
 A song of  song in need
 Of a courageous 
 A verse of mea verse in 
  a ppure-heart singing me to peace
 
  that great heart lying still and slowly dying
 All that great  lying still on an angelwing
 
 All  great heart lying still
  silent suffering
 Smiling like a  until the show has come to an end
 What is left  encore
 Is the same old dead boy's 
 Sung in 
  that great heart lying still and slowly dying
 All that great heart  still on an angelwing
 
 A  flight into Covington Woods
 A princess and  panther by m side
 These are Territories I  for
 I'd  give mt everything to love you more
 
 [3.  Black]
 
 A silent 
 A hollow opus #1,  3
 
 Sometimes the sky  piano black
  black over cleansing waters
 
 Resting pipes, verse  bore
  keys without a door
 
 Sometimes the within is  black
  black over cleansing waters
 
 All that great heart lying  and slowly dying
 All that great heart lying still on  angelwing
 
 [4. Love]
 
  see a slow, simple youngster by a busy street,
 With a  bowl in his shaking hand.
 Trying to smile  hurting 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 in 
 When he finally comes his  are cascading.
 
 I see a beaten  in a pungent alley. He tries to bite me.
 All pride has  his wild eyes.
 I wish I had my  to spare.
 
 A mother visits her son, smiles  him through the bars.
 She's never  him more.
 
 An obese  enters an elevator with me.
 All dressed up fancy, a green butterfly  her neck.
 Terribly  perfume deafens me.
  going to dinner alone.
 That makes  even more beautiful.
 
 I  a model's face on a brick wall.
 A statue of porcelain perfection beside a  city kill.
 A city that worships 
 
 The 1st thing I  heard was a wandering
  telling his story
 It was you, the grass under  bare feet
 The campfire in the dead of 
 The heavenly black of sky and 
 
 It  us
 Roaming the rainy roads, combing  guilded beaches
 Waking  to a new gallery of wonders every morn
 Bathing in  no-one's seen before
 Shipwrecked on some matt-painted 
 Clad  nothing but the surf - beauty's finest robe
 
 Beyond all mortality we are, swinging in the  of nature
 In early air  the dawn of life
 A  to silence the heavens
 
 I want to travel where life 
  it's permanent lead
 Where the air tastes  snow music
 Where grass smells like fresh-born 
 I would pass  man, no stranger, no tragedy or rapture
 I would bathe  a world of sensation
 Love, goodness  simplicity
 (While violated and  by technology)
 
 The thought  my family's graves was the only moment
 I used to experience true 
 That love  infintie,
 As  never be the man my father is
 
  can you "just be yourself"
 When you don't know  you are?
 Stop saying  know how you feel"
 How  anyone know how another feels?
 
 Who  I to judge a priest, beggar,
 Whore,  wrongdoer?
  am, you are, all of them already
 
 Dear child, stop working,  play
  every rule
 There's no fear in a 
 
 "Is there  village inside this snowflake?"
  a child asked me
 "What's the colour of  lullaby?"
 
 I've never been so close to truth as 
  touched it's silver lining
 
 Death is the winner  any war
 Nothing noble in dying for  religion
  your country
 For ideology, for 
  another man, yes
 
 Paper is dead without 
 Ink idle without  poem
 All the world  without stories
 Without love  disarming beauty
 
 Careless realism  souls
 
 Ever seen  Lord smile?
  he care for the world made Beautiful a sad man?
 Why do  still carry a device of torture around our necks?
 Oh, how rotten  pre-apocalypse is
  you bible-black fools living over nightmare ground
 
 I see all those empty cradles  wonder
 If  will never change
 
 I, too, wish to be a decent manboy but  I am
 Is  and mirrors
 Still given  may I be deserving
 
 And there  remains the change from G to E minor