Luyện nghe bài hát Martyrs And Madmen

(Steve G Swindells)

Random faces dark of pockets of my brain,
lonely heroes with dark eyes all full of pain.
People crying out for blood to them entertained,
I can't hold back no more I can't anything 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 made them sad men, it wouldn't go away.

and madmen, oh martyrs and madmen.

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

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

and madmen, martyrs and madmen.

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

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
and madmen, they were rebels in their day.
And the world made them sad men, it wouldn't go away.

and madmen.

G Swindells.