Luyện nghe bài hát Terror in the Streets

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