Luyện nghe bài hát Martyrs And Madmen

(Steve G Swindells)

Random populate dark of pockets of my brain,
lonely tortured heroes dark eyes all full of pain.
People out for blood to keep them entertained,
I can't hold back no more I can't keep contained.

I'm captured, excited, so I'm sinking.
The silence, I'm frightened, I help thinking of those
martyrs and madmen, were rebels in their day.
And the world them sad men, because it wouldn't go away.

and madmen, oh martyrs and madmen.

Now I'm by the game, I'm thrown into the ring.
And if I turn out like they did I must do
to stop myself from turning into someone I know,
sitting in some room with fires down below.

I'm taking my there, I see them screaming
I'm waking, from nightmares, I can't dreaming
of those martyrs and madmen, they were rebels in day.
And the world them sad men, because it wouldn't go away.

and madmen, martyrs and madmen.

There's no alcohol, or needles, straws and spoons.
The only saving grace is someone their cocoon.
Are they destined to die lonely, is it all some plan,
to hope that in twenty years someone might understand?

Oh, martyrs and madmen, Oh, and madmen...

I'm captured, exited, so I'm sinking.
The silence, I'm frightened, I can't help of those
martyrs and madmen, they were rebels in day.
And the world made sad men, because it wouldn't go away.

and madmen.

G Swindells.