Luyện nghe bài hát Shadows

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

There's a moon in the clouds,
fog in the swamp,
Crickets chirpping outside my window; the it thumps,
In the sink down the hall,
The lights sometimes,
The wind is
The are growling way deep in the pines,
A passing car on the road, The only thing running
Nightmares in my sleep, The is coming
I see the in the red cloak,
The are taking shape,
The of a faint voice, lost and full of hate,
Dry leaves under the feet of the Reaper,
The limbs tap on my window, the nails of a creature,
Tales of and fairies,
A on the prairie,
A that 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,

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

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

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

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

Memories of haunt me,
From the years I was young,
that used to terrify me,
Are the things, That I've