Luyện nghe bài hát Shamans Witches Magic

And villians in their closets
and beneath their beds
And business men in
with guns their heads
Stepstools their ankles
nooses around their throats
Sharpening their
and citing in their

singing no one sleeps
till is burned
and is sacrificed
No one tonight
everything is burned
and is

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

No one sleeps
everything is burned
and is sacrificed
No one tonight
till is burned
and is sacrificed
And to saves our
or what's of them

Desperate
and so sing
and they sing it
and sing it clearly
for their

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