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 blood my eyes
newborn life
To tortured mind

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

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

Whitechapel's
Gleam off my
It's to die

Nightmare of
to the daughters
Who sell wares

Sadistic
incisions
On bared

Inside the
chapel
The will flow

stained in crimson
With blood of
Whose I stole

No to hide
I won't find
I rule the

I've no
your corpse
You whore

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

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

My friends just me Jack

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

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

I come
The Beast of
To kill
Now as

One years
now gone by
And once
It's ripping

Your Uncle is back
Tonight, I

My sharp
to the heart
I to carve

Fit for The
A royal
Of women's

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

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

Jack The