Luyện nghe bài hát Shamans Witches Magic

And villians in their closets
and theives beneath their
And men in mirrors
with guns their heads
Stepstools their ankles
nooses tied around throats
Sharpening switchblades
and citing in skulls

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

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

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

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

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