Luyện nghe bài hát Demon Daughters

Here come the swooping hawks down we've all forgotten
Clutching old in their talons
from the sky to the way back of his mind
To pick it clean, to nothing behind, ooh

They go from high to high class to higher than highnesses
They're casting spells, can't you tell we're
Hard to for the dusty antique lover
But for one there is always another

Demon daughters, they're all
Heads summon their fathers
And all hell's fury, judge and
You better hurry, get him off his

All the red, red are up in the sky
And the figures they belong to are to dive
Yeah, they fast as the speed of light, whistling by me
And took him down, it was ever so gently

Demon daughters, so hot and
Burning irons get much hotter
It up his head, all over his bed
You hurry, get him off his back

I found him under a of blankets and he was shaking
what they fostered, a child, a monster
His head looked crooked then shook and
You bastards, you her, you hatched her

So they finally broken that pumping organ
Playing old on it again
Something dark and we all can sing to
I know the chorus, now my brain's black

daughters, demon daughters
Demon daughters, demon
daughters, [Incomprehensible]