Luyện nghe bài hát A Walk Through Hell

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

'Cause chose you as the model for their empty little dreams,
With your new head and your legs 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 slay the horrible they commissioned
To steer me away from my mission to eyes.
And I'd there, like a soldier, with my foot upon his chest,
my grin spread, and my arms out, in my bloodstained Sunday's best,
And you'd hold me; I'd 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 for you, let the torturing ensue;
My is useless without you...

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

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

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

Now I've through hell for you.
What's an to do,
But these feet at home with you?