Luyện nghe bài hát Shamans Witches Magic

And there's in their closets
and theives beneath beds
And men in mirrors
with guns against heads
Stepstools beneath ankles
nooses tied around throats
their switchblades
and citing in their

singing no one sleeps
till is burned
and everyone is
No one tonight
till is burned
and is

Maxing out their credit cards on
They're polishing rifles
and polishing their guns
cause the church is drenched in
town hall's under
They put the hostages, the mayor, and
they got knives against their

No one sleeps
everything is burned
and is sacrificed
No one sleeps
everything is burned
and everyone is
And to our souls
or what's of them

hearts
and so sing
and they it loud
and sing it clearly
for their

left of the dreams we have?
Whats left of the hope we
Nothing, at all