Luyện nghe bài hát Whitechapel

Tonight's the
I long to
The is right

the law
I them on
My blade is

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

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

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

Whitechapel's
off my knife
It's to die

Nightmare of
to the daughters
Who their wares

visions
Bloody
On bared

Inside the
chapel
The will flow

stained in crimson
With blood of
Whose souls I

No to hide
I won't find
I rule the

I've no
Ripping your
You whore

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

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

My friends just me Jack

the London fog
I stalk and my prey
I come to
And send you to your

Sinful shall perish
In the dead of
Ripping of the
Left removed by knife

I have
The of lore
To again
Now as

One years
now gone by
And again
It's time

Your Jack is back
Tonight, I

My sharp
Cuts to the
I love to

Fit for The
A royal
Of women's

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

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

Jack The