Luyện nghe bài hát Shadows

Memories of haunt me,
the years when 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 outside my window; the water it thumps,
In the bathroom down the hall,
The lights sometimes,
The is howling-
The are growling way deep in the pines,
A passing car on the road, The only thing running
in my sleep, The Sandman is coming
I see the in the red cloak,
The shadows are shape,
The of a faint voice, lost and full of hate,
Dry leaves crumble 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 that escaped, I'm disillusioned and weary,
strikes on the hill,
the cabin,
The old man on the porch, and quietly laughing,
by demons,
I'm an angel and they all me,
And to day,

Memories of shadow's 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 of the liquor, rising up from the broken glass
The crowds of black leather, The from the engines,
Motorcycles and Goons, Bearded men and women,
The paint, The old shack with the swinging light,
The Heroin passing, Open in plain sight,
Ozzy and Black Sabbath, The is skipping,
the fight in the kitchen,
Blood and kicking,
fills up the sky, Gasoline on the trash heap,
The mattress is burning, I hear it and snapping,
The rain soaked teddy bear, so I can't 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,
From the years I was young,
Things that to terrify me,
Are the things, That become,

I throw on my leather jacket, a of biker patches,
One of says savage, The other one Black Sabbath,
Heavily tatted, any skin left,
Whiskey bent twelve,
I'm playing with death,
Bullet in my yard, Loaded gun on the shelf,
Run the like a wolf, through the whole Bible Belt,
Rattlesnake boots, Toes up on the chopper,
Fifty Harleys behind me, They all 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 which way you flip 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,
smoke off the Meth pipe,
Like puddles reflecting the ripples echo to life,
So here I am just like the ashes that fell from the fire,
A that fell off that poisonous and forgotten flower,
my own nightmare,
But now I it's charming,
when,

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