Luyện nghe bài hát The Weapon

We've got nothin' to fear but itself
Not pain, not failure, not fatal
Not the faulty in this mad machinery
Not the contacts in emotional chemistry

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

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

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

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

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

a steely blade in a silken sheath
We don't see they're made of
They shout about love but when comes to shove
live 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 worse than your hell
a little bit afraid of dyin'
But he's a lot more afraid of your

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

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