Luyện nghe bài hát Whitechapel

Tonight's the
I to strike
The is right

the law
I taunt on
My is drawn

It's the before my eyes
Bringing life
To tortured mind

I and feed on fear
Come closer now my
Your Uncle is here

The is on
I'll R.I.P. all
carrion

Whitechapel's
off my knife
It's to die

Nightmare of
Come to the
Who their wares

Sadistic
incisions
On bared

Inside the
chapel
The will flow

stained in crimson
With blood of
Whose souls I

No place to
I won't find
I rule the

I've no
Ripping your
You whore

Oh, can't you see that I'm
It's like I've been
lay your soul to rest this night
With my

I've turned these streets to
The Demon's to dwell
Death's Bell in Whitechapel,
Whitechapel, playground of The

My friends call me Jack

the London fog
I and slash my prey
I to disembowel
And send you to grave

Sinful souls perish
In the of night
Ripping of the
Left breast by knife

I have
The of lore
To kill
Now as

One years
Have now by
And again
It's time

Your Uncle is back
Tonight, I

My sharp
to the heart
I to carve

Fit for The
A feast
Of screams

It's the before my eyes
newborn life
To this tortured

I thrive and feed on
Come now my dear
Your Jack is here

The Knife