Luyện nghe bài hát Whitechapel

Tonight's the
I to strike
The is right

the law
I them on
My is drawn

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

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

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

Whitechapel's
Gleam off my
It's to die

Nightmare of
to the daughters
Who sell wares

visions
Bloody
On bared

the chapel
Unholy
The blood flow

Streets in crimson
With of women
souls I stole

No place to
That I won't
I the night

I've no
Ripping corpse
You whore

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

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

My friends call me Jack

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

Sinful souls perish
In the of night
of the flesh
Left removed by knife

I come
The of lore
To again
Now as

One years
now gone by
And once
ripping time

Your Uncle Jack is
Tonight, I

My scalpel
Cuts to the
I love to

Fit for The
A feast
Of screams

It's the blood before my
Bringing newborn
To this tortured

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

Jack The