Luyện nghe bài hát The Enemy Within (part One Of Fear)

We've got to fear but fear itself
Not pain, not failure, not tragedy?
Not the faulty in this mad machinery?
Not the broken in emotional chemistry?
With an iron in a velvet glove
We are sheltered 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
not afraid of your judgment
He knows of horrors worse than your
He's a bit afraid of dying
But he's a lot more afraid of lying
And the things that he are a weapon to be held against him

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

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

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