Luyện nghe bài hát Shadows

Memories of haunt me,
From the when I was young,
that 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 lights sometimes,
The is howling-
The dogs are growling way 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 are taking shape,
The sound of a faint voice, lost and of hate,
Dry crumble under the feet of the Reaper,
The limbs tap on my window, like the of a creature,
of goblins 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 angel and all want me,
And to day,

of shadow's haunt me,
From the years I was young,
Things that used to 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 black leather, The from the engines,
Motorcycles and Goons, men and loud women,
The crackling paint, The old shack with the light,
The Heroin needles passing, Open in 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 mattress is burning, I it popping and snapping,
The rain soaked teddy bear, so I can't 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, That become,

I throw on my leather jacket, a collection of patches,
One of says savage, The other one Black Sabbath,
tatted, barely any skin left,
Whiskey after twelve,
I'm playing with death,
Bullet in my yard, Loaded gun on the shelf,
Run the roads like a wolf, through the whole Belt,
Rattlesnake skin boots, up on the chopper,
Fifty Harleys me, They 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 matter way you flip it,
No brake lights in my life, I'm rich 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 reflecting the ripples echo to next 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 think charming,
when,

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