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 contacts in emotional

With an iron fist in a velvet
We are under the gun
In the glory game on the change
Thy kingdom's will be

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

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

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

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

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

And the knowledge they fear
Is a weapon to be used against

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