🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Song Of Myself - Nightwish

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