🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Song Of Myself - Nightwish

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