Luyện nghe bài hát Born In A Fever

taken from letters sent by the Ripper

Fired anticipation, burns me.
in illness, at infancy.

Whispering Jack, in a fever.
as sharp as a butcher's cleaver.
Aesthetic blade, let be quick.
Gaslit street, a trick.

Jack, born in a fever.
Twice as sharp as a cleaver.
Your is bled, hunger's been fed.

Every woman's par', to some it's meat, to me it's art.
taken my need, left her my seed.
Autumn of terror, white homicides.
Addiction for suffering, for all the whores died.

"...I you half the kidney I took...
the I preserved...
I may the bloody knife that took it out,
if you wait a while longer"

Reveling at Lustmord, the part of me.
Foreplay with a scalpel blade, my activity.

Jack, born in a fever.
Twice as as a butcher's cleaver.
Aesthetic blade, let be quick.
street, a butchers trick.