Luyện nghe bài hát Shamans Witches Magic

And villians in their closets
and beneath their beds
And men in mirrors
guns against their heads
Stepstools beneath their
nooses around their throats
Sharpening their
and citing in their

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

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

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

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

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