Luyện nghe bài hát Shadows

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

There's a moon in the clouds,
fog in the swamp,
Crickets outside my window; the water it thumps,
In the bathroom sink the hall,
The flicker sometimes,
The wind is
The are growling way deep in the pines,
A passing car on the distant road, The thing running
Nightmares in my sleep, The is coming
I see the in the red cloak,
The shadows are shape,
The sound of a faint voice, lost and of hate,
Dry leaves under the feet of the Reaper,
The tap on my window, like the nails of a creature,
Tales of and fairies,
A on the prairie,
A murderer escaped, I'm disillusioned and weary,
strikes on the hill,
the cabin,
The old man on the porch, evil and laughing,
by demons,
I'm an angel and they all me,
And to day,

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

butts, and oil stains on the dying grass,
The of the liquor, rising up from the broken glass
The of black leather, The heat from the engines,
and Goons, Bearded men and loud women,
The crackling paint, The old with the swinging light,
The needles passing, Open in plain sight,
Ozzy and Sabbath, The vinyl is skipping,
From the in the kitchen,
Blood and kicking,
Smoke fills up the sky, on the trash heap,
The is burning, I hear it popping and snapping,
The rain soaked teddy bear, so heavy I can't it,
The flask for the moonshine, I watch as all sip it,
The pumpkin candle lit with a Pentagram,
The Grandfather Clock, with a broken hand,
by thieves, killers,
Thugs and junkies,
And to day,

Memories of shadow's me,
From the years I was young,
that used 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 bent twelve,
I'm always with death,
Bullet shells in my yard, gun on the shelf,
Run the like a wolf, through the whole Bible Belt,
Rattlesnake skin boots, up on the chopper,
Fifty Harleys behind me, all ready to slaughter,
Drunk in 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 which way you flip it,
No lights in my life, I'm either rich or evicted,
to my convictions,
Committed with the quitters,
to my religion, The religion of sinners,
Send a to god,
smoke off the Meth pipe,
Like puddles reflecting the ripples echo to life,
So here I am standing just like the ashes fell from the fire,
A seed that fell off poisonous and forgotten flower,
my own nightmare,
But now I think charming,
when,

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