Luyện nghe bài hát Whitechapel

Tonight's the
I long to
The is right

the law
I taunt on
My is drawn

It's the blood before my
newborn life
To tortured mind

I thrive and on fear
Come closer now my
Your Jack is here

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

Whitechapel's
off my knife
It's to die

Nightmare of
Come to the
Who sell their

Sadistic
Bloody
On bared

the chapel
Unholy
The blood flow

Streets stained in
With of women
souls I stole

No to hide
That I find
I rule the

I've no
your corpse
You whore

Oh, you see that I'm obsessed
It's like been posessed
I'll lay soul to rest this night
my knife

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

My friends call me Jack

Inside the fog
I stalk and my prey
I to disembowel
And send you to grave

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

I have
The Beast of
To again
Now as

One years
now gone by
And once
It's time

Your Uncle is back
Tonight, I

My sharp
Cuts to the
I to carve

Fit for The
A royal
Of screams

It's the blood my eyes
Bringing newborn
To this mind

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

Jack The