Luyện nghe bài hát Whitechapel

Tonight's the
I long to
The time is

the law
I them on
My blade is

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

I and feed on fear
closer now my dear
Your Jack is here

The is on
R.I.P. them all
Sweet

Whitechapel's
off my knife
It's to die

Nightmare of
to the daughters
Who sell their

visions
Bloody
On bodies

the chapel
Unholy
The blood flow

stained in crimson
With blood of
Whose souls I

No place to
I won't find
I rule the

I've no
Ripping corpse
You whore

Oh, you see that I'm obsessed
It's I've been posessed
I'll lay your to rest this night
With my

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

My friends just call me

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

souls shall perish
In the of night
of the flesh
Left breast by knife

I come
The of lore
To again
Now as

One years
now gone by
And again
It's time

Your Jack is back
Tonight, I

My scalpel
to the heart
I love to

Fit for The
A feast
Of screams

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

I thrive and feed on
closer now my dear
Your Uncle Jack is

The Knife