Luyện nghe bài hát Shadows

Memories of haunt me,
From the years 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 outside my the water it thumps,
In the bathroom sink the hall,
The flicker sometimes,
The wind is
The dogs are growling way in the pines,
A car on the distant 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 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 murderer escaped, I'm disillusioned and weary,
strikes on the hill,
the cabin,
The old man on the porch, evil and laughing,
by demons,
I'm an and they all want me,
And to day,

of shadow's haunt me,
From the when I was young,
Things that to terrify me,
Are the things, I've become,

butts, and oil stains on the dying grass,
The of the liquor, rising up from the broken glass
The crowds of black leather, The from the engines,
Motorcycles and Goons, Bearded men and 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 fills up the sky, Gasoline on the heap,
The mattress is burning, I hear it and snapping,
The rain soaked teddy bear, so 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 used to terrify me,
Are the things, That become,

I throw on my jacket, a collection of biker patches,
One of them 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, through the whole Belt,
Rattlesnake skin boots, up on the chopper,
Fifty Harleys behind me, They all 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 heads up. no which way you flip it,
No lights in my life, I'm either rich or evicted,
to my convictions,
Committed with the quitters,
Connected to my religion, The of sinners,
a prayer to god,
Exhaling smoke off the pipe,
puddles reflecting the ripples echo to next life,
So here I am standing just like the ashes that from the fire,
A seed that fell off that poisonous and flower,
my own nightmare,
But now I think charming,
when,

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