Luyện nghe bài hát Terror in the Streets

Time to go it's late, as the fog to lay
And you wish you were at home in bed
Visions of evil and visions ill
Are burning corners into head
The echo of your
From the fence the field
They're from close behind
The air drops to ten degrees, cob in the trees
Your door step so very far away
When dripping start to move, when your doubts begin to prove,
(tame day scenes get all construed) you feel in the streets
Sweaty palms you feel the night as your fills with fright
You feel alright when you see the at your house
But that feeling turns to and fright as you watch the lights go out.