Luyện nghe bài hát Shadows

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

There's a dark in the clouds,
fog in the swamp,
Crickets outside my window; the water it thumps,
In the bathroom down the hall,
The flicker sometimes,
The is howling-
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 are taking shape,
The sound of a faint voice, and full of hate,
Dry leaves crumble 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 murderer that escaped, I'm 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,

Memories of haunt me,
the years when I was young,
Things used to terrify me,
Are the things, I've 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 from the engines,
Motorcycles and Goons, men and loud women,
The paint, The old shack with the swinging light,
The Heroin needles passing, in plain sight,
Ozzy and Black Sabbath, The is skipping,
From the in the kitchen,
screaming and kicking,
Smoke up the sky, Gasoline on the trash heap,
The is burning, I hear it popping and snapping,
The rain soaked teddy bear, so heavy I lift it,
The for the moonshine, I watch as they 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,
the years when I was young,
Things that used to 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,
Heavily tatted, any skin left,
Whiskey bent twelve,
I'm always playing death,
Bullet in my yard, Loaded gun on the shelf,
Run the roads like a wolf, the whole Bible Belt,
skin boots, Toes up on the chopper,
Fifty behind me, They all ready to slaughter,
Drunk in of my sons,
in front of my daughter,
Spit, cuss, and I yell,
It's like a quarter,
'Cause I'm heads up. no matter which 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,
puddles reflecting the ripples echo to next life,
So here I am standing just like the ashes 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 shadow's me,
From the when I was young,
Things used to terrify me,
Are the things, That become