Luyện nghe bài hát Martyrs And Madmen

(Steve G Swindells)

Random faces dark of pockets of my brain,
tortured heroes with dark eyes all full of pain.
People crying out for blood to 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 help thinking of those
martyrs and madmen, they were rebels in day.
And the world made them sad men, 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 do everything
to stop myself from turning into 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 and madmen, they were rebels in their day.
And the world them sad men, because it wouldn't go away.

Martyrs and madmen, and madmen.

no escaping alcohol, or needles, straws and spoons.
The only saving grace is breaking their cocoon.
Are they to die lonely, is it all some master plan,
to hope in some twenty years 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 thinking of
and madmen, they were rebels in their day.
And the world made sad men, because it wouldn't go away.

and madmen.

G Swindells.