Luyện nghe bài hát A Walk Through Hell

And if I could swim, I'd out to you in the ocean,
Swim out to you were floating in the dark.
And if I was blessed, I'd on the water you're breathing,
To lend you some air for heaving, sunken chest.

'Cause they chose you as the model for their empty dreams,
your new head and your legs spread like a filthy magazine.
And they you, and they gut you, and you give in.

And if I was brave, I'd up to you on the mountain,
They led you to drink from their spouting lies.
And I'd the horrible beast they commissioned
To steer me from my mission to your eyes.
And I'd stand there, a soldier, with my foot upon his chest,
With my grin spread, and my out, in my bloodstained Sunday's best,
And hold me; I'd remind you who you are under their shell.

I'd through hell for you, let it burn right through my shoes
These are useless without you
Through hell for you, let the torturing
My is useless without you...

And if send a whirlwind, I'd hug it like a harmless little tree.
Or an earthquake, I'd calm it, and I'd bring you to me.
And I'd hold you in my weak like a first born.

I'd walk through hell for you, let it burn right my shoes,
These soles are useless you
Through for you, let the torturing ensue;
My soul is without you...

hell for you
Through for you
you, without you...
Through for you.
you...
Through for you

Now walked through hell for you.
an adventurer to do,
But these feet at home with you?