Luyện nghe bài hát Willing Well II: From Fear Through the Eyes of Madness

What is that I feel?
And what is this that I
In these arms they down
the words that made
In fields.
From pressure to
I to stay away
In the measure I with
Your for me
To against these walls
With hope that one break free

So me

is this shit
You keep selling me,
I'm not hold your hand here, anymore
And
You'll burn in
While digging you out

So this face
And it to flay
To shelter it at
At the fire
And all the memory fade
the flick of the flame
So I a secret,
no one should know,
That I tell
But the, but over the world
one won't feel
This one won't leave me well

What is shit?
You (seven?) me, boy.

I'm not gonna your hand here,
And
You'll burn in
While they're you out.

I'm not hold your hand here,
And
You'll in hell.

In the pleasure of bed
Do you feel that your stay is good,
Oh boy, I'm eating my way home

In the pleasure of bed
Do you that your stay here is good,
Oh boy, I'm eating my way back

Ohh ohh ohh, ohh ohh ohh

As father son
In the make of his final
Should all good die
God at side
At the of his gates

No the robot none
With the mind and a to comply
Then I will
And grieve of those dead when im the time

Run rabbit
Go in the blades of that grass
Run run

Should be
I'll earn volt
Breathe up loss
I'll your cure

You know I

the last breath of air
As the comes trembling down
you give her this last night
To tear up life?

With the last of air
As the earth trembling down
Would you give her this night
The of your life?

No one runs than you can
No one runs than you
No one runs faster you, weeeee (whispering)