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

What is that I feel?
And is this that I fear?
In these they hold down
the words that made
In fields.
pressure to pain
I wish to stay
In the I test with
love for me
To shout against these
With hope that one will free

So me

What is shit
You keep selling me,
I'm not gonna hold your hand here,
And
You'll burn in
they're digging you out

So picture face
And burn it to
To shelter it at
At the fire
And all the memory will
the flick of the flame
So I a secret,
That no one know,
That I shouldn't
But the, but over the world
This one won't
This one just won't me well

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

I'm not hold your hand here,
And
burn in hell
While digging you out.

I'm not gonna hold hand here,
And
burn in hell.

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

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

Ohh ohh ohh, ohh ohh ohh

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

No the robot holds
With the and a heart to comply
I will disguise
And grieve of those when im given the time

Run little
Go hide in the blades of that
Run run

Should be
I'll this volt
Breathe up loss
fight your cure

You know I

With the breath of air
As the comes trembling down
Would you give her this night
To tear up your

the last breath of air
As the comes trembling down
you give her this last night
The love of your

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