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

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

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

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

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