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 units in mad machinery?
Not the broken contacts in chemistry?
With an iron fist in a glove
We are under the gun
In the glory game on the power
Thy kingdom's be done
And the things we fear are a weapon to be held against us
He's not of your judgment
He knows of worse than your Hell
He's a little bit afraid of
But he's a lot more of your lying
And the things that he fears are a to be held against him

Can any part of life be larger than
Even must be limited by time
And those who push us down that they 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 comes to
live for the things they're afraid of
And the knowledge that they fear is a weapon to be used against

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

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