Luyện nghe bài hát Shadows

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

a dark moon in the clouds,
fog in the swamp,
Crickets outside 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 road, The only thing running
Nightmares in my sleep, The is coming
I see the in the red cloak,
The shadows are shape,
The sound of a voice, lost and full of hate,
Dry leaves crumble under the of the Reaper,
The limbs tap on my window, the nails of a creature,
Tales of 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, and quietly laughing,
by demons,
I'm an and they all want me,
And to day,

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

Cigarette butts, and oil on the dying grass,
The smell of the liquor, rising up from the broken
The crowds of leather, The heat from the engines,
Motorcycles and Goons, Bearded men and women,
The crackling paint, The old with the swinging light,
The Heroin needles passing, in plain sight,
and Black Sabbath, The vinyl is skipping,
From the in the kitchen,
Blood and kicking,
Smoke up the sky, Gasoline on the trash 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 as they all sip it,
The Halloween candle lit with a Pentagram,
The Grandfather Clock, with a minute hand,
by thieves, killers,
Thugs and junkies,
And to day,

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

I on my leather jacket, a collection of biker patches,
One of them says savage, The other one 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,
Rattlesnake skin boots, up on the chopper,
Fifty Harleys behind me, 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 way you flip it,
No brake lights in my life, I'm either or evicted,
to my convictions,
Committed crimes the quitters,
to my religion, The religion of sinners,
Send a to god,
Exhaling off the Meth pipe,
Like puddles reflecting the ripples echo to life,
So here I am standing just like the ashes that fell 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 when I was young,
Things that used to me,
Are the things, That I've