Luyện nghe bài hát Conjuring Of The 14th

Follow down the path, it leads to a of houses
foreigners are not well thought
And strangers to their affairs
The villagers, so they said, do heathen

for a while look through the chimney stack
Through the mist, aren't you
are the doors, a smell of rotten woods
In the mud, aren't you

Hidden by the clouds, a sun on a November day
An expedition organized to go and see going on
The villagers, of them weren't seen in town for weeks
To get provisions as they to

Just for a while through the chimney stack
Through the mist, you afraid?
Ajar are the doors, a smell of woods
In the mud, you afraid?

Hearsay called him the
Was never born, he's been
The to expiate in front of him
Will be the worst part of dreams, of your dreams
(Someone said it is a place)

the hazy heights
Two leagues Avhon
the heart of brushwood
Aloof the glances
Lies a village built on a

Thirteen houses maliciously
And a mansion on a
That mournful in the floor window is always lit
Is lit, lit

As they reached the hamlet on the
found nobody at all
(Was there?)
Faint light in the
(Where they gone?)
they dare to go inside
(To go inside)

When all returned back home
They of uncanny things
(They told)
When they all back home, inside
(Knock, knock)
Their souls, something's gone

Jesp Van Cleave, the first found
Drowned in the stream while we was having a
A terrible misfortune, and fatal accident

Ichabold De le Fournier, son of the
Was the second one, his fell on top of him
The wounds were too to be cured

One by one, the thirteen
All those who had been to that
the unknown one

One was hanged, the other's
by little all the townsmen understood
The conjuring of the
Was in the mazes of their lives

souls to replace the old
The lifeblood will flow
In the shadows of bodies

And now called him the 14th
That was never born, he's always
The sins to in front of him
be the worst part of your dreams, of your dreams
(Someone said it is a place)

the hazy heights
Two leagues from
Among the of brushwood
Aloof the glances
a village built on a clearing

When they went back to the village
Thirteen occupied
new inhabitants
Whom he look like?

Thirteen houses, aligned
And a
That mournful in ground floor window
be always lit, will be always lit
Is lit