Luyện nghe bài hát Shadows

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

There's a dark 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 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 Sandman is
I see the in the red cloak,
The are taking shape,
The of a faint voice, lost and full of hate,
Dry leaves crumble the feet of the Reaper,
The limbs tap on my window, like the 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, and quietly 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, That become,

butts, and oil stains 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 needles passing, Open 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 hear it and snapping,
The rain teddy bear, so heavy I can't lift it,
The flask for the moonshine, I as they all sip it,
The Halloween pumpkin lit with a Pentagram,
The Grandfather Clock, with a minute hand,
by thieves, killers,
Thugs and junkies,
And to day,

of shadow's haunt me,
From the when 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 one Black Sabbath,
Heavily tatted, barely any left,
Whiskey after twelve,
I'm always playing death,
shells in my yard, Loaded gun on the shelf,
Run the roads like a wolf, through the Bible Belt,
Rattlesnake boots, Toes up on the chopper,
Fifty Harleys behind me, 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 only up. no matter which way you flip it,
No lights in my life, I'm either rich or evicted,
to my convictions,
Committed crimes the quitters,
Connected to my religion, The of sinners,
Send a to god,
smoke off the Meth pipe,
Like puddles the ripples echo to next life,
So here I am standing just like the that 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,
From the years I was young,
Things that used to me,
Are the things, I've become