🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Song Of Myself - Nightwish

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