Luyện nghe bài hát Shaker

Black and night ski.
Spells from hell, lights.
A hot Charlston and he's walking by.
now you're the worst
he just on by.
Eyes black as night and as knives.
Look through the souls to the ghouls inside.
Why all the tension? Why release?
When the hit the streets he started 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 out their ears.
They paint the town red, that he shakes as as tears.

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