Luyện nghe bài hát Martyrs And Madmen

(Steve G Swindells)

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

I'm captured, excited, so I'm sinking.
The silence, I'm frightened, I can't help thinking of
martyrs and madmen, they 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 tempted by the game, I'm into the ring.
And if I turn out like they did I do everything
to stop myself from into someone I don't know,
sitting in some hotel room fires down below.

I'm taking my fight there, I see screaming
I'm waking, nightmares, I can't help dreaming
of those and madmen, they were rebels 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 their cocoon.
Are they destined to die lonely, is it all some plan,
to hope that in some twenty years someone 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, were rebels in their day.
And the world made sad men, because it wouldn't go away.

and madmen.

G Swindells.