Luyện nghe bài hát The Enemy Within (Part I of Fear)

We've got nothing to fear but itself
Not pain, not failure, not tragedy?
Not the faulty in this mad machinery?
Not the broken in emotional chemistry?
With an iron fist in a velvet
We are sheltered the gun
In the glory game on the power
Thy kingdom's be done
And the things that we are a weapon to be held against us
He's not of your judgment
He knows of horrors worse than Hell
He's a little bit of dying
But he's a lot afraid of your lying
And the things that he fears are a to be held against him

Can any part of life be larger than
love must be limited by time
And those who us down that they might climb
Is any killer worth than his crime?
Like a steely blade in a sheath
We don't see what they're of
They shout about love, but push comes to shove
They live for the things afraid of
And the knowledge that they fear is a weapon to be against them

not afraid of your judgment
He knows of horrors worse than hell
He's a little bit afraid of
But a lot more afraid of your lyin'

And the things that he
Are a weapon to be held him