Luyện nghe bài hát Martyrs And Madmen

(Steve G Swindells)

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

I'm captured, excited, 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, because it go away.

and madmen, oh martyrs and madmen.

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

I'm taking my fight there, I see them
I'm waking, from nightmares, 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, martyrs and madmen.

There's no alcohol, or needles, straws 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, 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, they rebels in their day.
And the world made them sad men, because it go away.

and madmen.

G Swindells.