Luyện nghe bài hát Terror in the Streets

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