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

What is this I feel?
And what is this I fear?
In arms they hold down
Amongst the that made
In fields.
From pressure to
I wish to away
In the measure I with
love for me
To shout against walls
With hope one will break free

So me

What is shit
You keep me, boy?
I'm not hold your hand here, anymore
And
burn in hell
While they're you out

So picture this
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,
That no one know,
I shouldn't tell
But the, but over the world
one won't feel
This one just leave me well

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

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

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

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

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

Ohh ohh ohh, ohh ohh ohh

As told son
In the of his final escape
Should all good die
God at side
At the grace of his

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

Run little
Go in the blades of that grass
Run run

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

You I kill

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

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

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