Luyện nghe bài hát Shadows

Memories of haunt me,
From the years I was young,
Things used to terrify me,
Are the things, That become

There's a dark in the clouds,
fog in the swamp,
Crickets chirpping my window; the water it thumps,
In the sink down the hall,
The flicker sometimes,
The is howling-
The dogs are growling way in the pines,
A passing car on the distant road, The only thing
Nightmares in my sleep, The Sandman is
I see the in the red cloak,
The are taking shape,
The sound of a faint voice, and full of hate,
Dry leaves crumble under the of the Reaper,
The limbs tap on my window, like the of a creature,
of goblins and fairies,
A on the prairie,
A murderer escaped, I'm disillusioned and weary,
Lightning on the hill,
the cabin,
The old man on the porch, evil and laughing,
by demons,
I'm an and they all want me,
And to day,

of shadow's haunt me,
From the when I was young,
Things that to terrify me,
Are the things, That become,

butts, and oil stains on the dying grass,
The smell of the liquor, rising up from the glass
The crowds of black leather, The from the engines,
Motorcycles and Goons, Bearded men and women,
The crackling paint, The old shack with the light,
The Heroin needles passing, in plain sight,
Ozzy and Black Sabbath, The is skipping,
From the in the kitchen,
Blood and kicking,
Smoke fills up the sky, Gasoline on the heap,
The is burning, I hear it popping and snapping,
The rain soaked teddy bear, so heavy I lift it,
The for the moonshine, I watch as they all sip it,
The Halloween pumpkin candle lit a Pentagram,
The Grandfather Clock, with a minute hand,
by thieves, killers,
Thugs and junkies,
And to day,

Memories of shadow's me,
From the years I was young,
Things that to terrify me,
Are the things, I've become,

I throw on my leather jacket, a collection of patches,
One of them says savage, The other one Sabbath,
Heavily tatted, barely any left,
Whiskey after twelve,
I'm always playing death,
Bullet shells in my yard, gun on the shelf,
Run the roads like a wolf, through the whole Belt,
Rattlesnake skin boots, up on the chopper,
Fifty behind me, They all ready to slaughter,
in front of my sons,
Drunk in of my daughter,
Spit, cuss, and I yell,
like a one-sided quarter,
'Cause I'm only heads up. no matter which way you it,
No brake lights in my life, I'm either or evicted,
to my convictions,
Committed with the quitters,
Connected to my religion, The of sinners,
Send a to god,
Exhaling smoke off the pipe,
Like puddles the ripples echo to next life,
So here I am standing just like the ashes that from the fire,
A seed that off that poisonous and forgotten flower,
my own nightmare,
But now I think charming,
when,

Memories of haunt me,
From the when I was young,
Things used to terrify me,
Are the things, I've become