Luyện nghe bài hát Martyrs And Madmen

(Steve G Swindells)

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

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

Martyrs and madmen, oh and madmen.

Now I'm tempted by the game, I'm into the ring.
And if I turn out like did I must do everything
to stop myself turning into someone I don't know,
sitting in some room with fires down below.

I'm taking my fight there, I see them
I'm waking, from nightmares, I help dreaming
of those martyrs and madmen, they were in their day.
And the world made them sad men, because it go away.

Martyrs and madmen, and madmen.

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

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

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

and madmen.

G Swindells.