🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Song Of Myself - Nightwish

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