Luyện nghe bài hát Martyrs And Madmen

(Steve G Swindells)

Random faces populate 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 more I can't anything contained.

I'm captured, excited, so I'm sinking.
The silence, I'm frightened, I can't thinking of those
martyrs and madmen, were rebels in their day.
And the world made them sad men, because it 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 they did I do everything
to stop from turning into someone I don't know,
sitting in some hotel room with fires below.

I'm taking my fight there, I see screaming
I'm waking, from nightmares, I help dreaming
of those martyrs and madmen, they were rebels in day.
And the world made them sad men, 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 to die lonely, is it all some master plan,
to that in some 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 help thinking of those
and madmen, they were rebels in their day.
And the world them sad men, because it wouldn't go away.

and madmen.

G Swindells.