Luyện nghe bài hát Shadows

Memories of haunt me,
the years when I was young,
Things that to terrify 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 down the hall,
The lights sometimes,
The wind is
The dogs are growling way in the pines,
A passing car on the distant road, The thing running
in my sleep, The Sandman 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, like the of a creature,
Tales of 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, 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,

Cigarette butts, and oil stains on the grass,
The smell of the liquor, rising up from the broken
The crowds of black leather, The from the engines,
Motorcycles and Goons, Bearded men and women,
The crackling paint, The old with the swinging light,
The Heroin passing, Open in plain sight,
Ozzy and Sabbath, The vinyl is skipping,
the fight in the kitchen,
Blood and kicking,
Smoke fills up the sky, Gasoline on the heap,
The is burning, I hear it popping and snapping,
The soaked teddy bear, so heavy I can't lift it,
The for the moonshine, I watch as they 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,
the years when I was young,
Things that used to me,
Are the things, That become,

I on my leather jacket, a collection of biker patches,
One of them savage, The other one Black Sabbath,
Heavily tatted, barely any left,
bent after twelve,
I'm playing with death,
shells in my yard, Loaded gun on the shelf,
Run the like a wolf, through the whole Bible Belt,
skin boots, Toes up on the chopper,
Fifty behind me, They 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 which way you flip it,
No brake in my life, I'm either rich or evicted,
to my convictions,
Committed crimes the quitters,
Connected to my religion, The of sinners,
a prayer to god,
Exhaling off the Meth pipe,
Like puddles reflecting the ripples echo to life,
So here I am standing like the ashes that fell from the fire,
A seed that fell off that poisonous and flower,
my own nightmare,
But now I think charming,
when,

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