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 arms they hold
Amongst the words that
In fields.
From pressure to
I to stay away
In the measure I test
love for me
To shout against these
hope that one will break free

So me

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

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

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

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

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

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

In the pleasure of bed
Do you feel that your stay 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
all good boys die
God at their
At the grace of his

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

Run little
Go hide in the blades of grass
Run run

capture be
I'll earn volt
up through loss
I'll your cure

You I kill

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

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

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