Luyện nghe bài hát The Weapon

We've got nothin' to but fear itself
Not pain, not failure, not fatal
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 glory game on the change
Thy kingdom's be done

And the things we fear
Are a to be held against us

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

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

Can any part of life be larger than
Even love must be by time
And those who push us down that they might
Is any worth more than his crime?

Like a steely blade in a sheath
We don't see what they're of
They shout about but when push comes to shove
They for the things they're afraid of

And the knowledge that fear
Is a to be used against them

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

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

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