Luyện nghe bài hát Shaker

Black and night ski.
Spells from hell, lights.
A hot Charlston and he's walking by.
now cursed the worst
he just on by.
Eyes black as and sharp as knives.
Look the empty souls to the ghouls inside.
Why all the tension? Why release?
When the devil hit the streets he shaking up things.
Why should a sinner have to pray, have to stay all wrapped up in wings?
There is here- do you hear, stay clear.
But the beach just swarms with the year to years, money coming out ears.
They the town red, that he shakes as blue as tears.

superstitions, cruel religion, witch doctor vision, sad divisions.
Please on by bad wishes.