🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Song Of Myself - Nightwish

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