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

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

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

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

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