Luyện nghe bài hát Conjuring Of The 14th

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

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

Hidden by the clouds, a pallid sun on a day
An expedition organized to go and see what's on
The villagers, none of them weren't seen in town for
To get as they used to

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

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

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

houses aligned maliciously
And a on a hill
That mournful light in the window is always lit
Is lit, lit

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

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

Jesp Van Cleave, the first dead
Drowned in the while we was having a bath
A terrible misfortune, incredible and fatal

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

One by one, the died
All who had been to that village
the unknown one

One was hanged, the choked
Little by little all the understood
The conjuring of the
Was in the mazes of their lives

Thirteen to replace the old
The evil lifeblood flow
In the shadows of their

And now hearsay him the 14th
was never born, he's always been
The to expiate in front of him
Will be the part of your dreams, of your dreams
(Someone it is a magic place)

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

When they went to the village then
Thirteen houses
Thirteen new
Whom he look like?

Thirteen houses, aligned
And a
That mournful light in ground window
Will be always lit, be always lit
Is lit