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

We've got to fear but fear itself
Not pain, not failure, not tragedy?
Not the units in this mad machinery?
Not the broken contacts in chemistry?
an iron fist in a velvet glove
We are under the gun
In the glory game on the power
Thy will be done
And the things we fear are a weapon to be held against us
He's not afraid of judgment
He of horrors worse than your Hell
a little bit afraid of dying
But he's a lot more afraid of your
And the things that he fears are a weapon to be held him

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

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

And the that he fears
Are a weapon to be against him