Luyện nghe bài hát Whitechapel

Tonight's the
I to strike
The is right

the law
I them on
My blade is

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

I thrive and on fear
closer now my dear
Your Uncle is here

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

Whitechapel's
off my knife
It's to die

Nightmare of
to the daughters
Who sell their

visions
Bloody
On bared

Inside the
chapel
The blood will

stained in crimson
With blood of
Whose souls I

No place to
That I won't
I rule the

I've no
Ripping corpse
You filthy

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

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

My friends call me Jack

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

Sinful shall perish
In the of night
Ripping of the
Left breast by knife

I have
The of lore
To kill
Now as

One hundred
Have now by
And once
It's ripping

Your Jack is back
Tonight, I

My scalpel
to the heart
I love to

Fit for The
A royal
Of screams

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

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

The Knife