Luyện nghe bài hát Mayhem, Maybe

When workin' nights, the village round
The old church becomes scary
All curtained and bolted doors
But an eye to see

As us fairy folks from the hill
Never us and never will
Pulling roses and
Mayhem in the degree

The blacksmith us all to ground
They searched all night we were found
The tinker and the Sheriff's men
Shaking the tree

And we sat and watched the women
so much we split our sides
Scattered that they would ride
Mayhem in the degree

We crossed fields of midnight green
Often heard but seldom
Tore down hedges, leaves
No one quite agree

we came from North or South
We stole the screams from out mouths
And go where no man allow
Mayhem in the high

Like carp and feathered swan
To nature's we do belong
We ride the thin of the night
And set dark spirits

We terrify the mare and
The fox stood still and far too
Huh, so we strung him up, neatly folded
Mayhem,