Luyện nghe bài hát We are the Witches

A gathering at
A on the door
in a red cloak
Her eyes gleaming delight
The moment she's waiting for
arrived
Sister's for her
While the are shining bright

and succubus
The foe has cursed on us
The Demons rise on
Oh, devilishness...

A plague over us again
down my fellow-men
The priest a scatterbrain
My for it, Mister!

The churchyard it came tumbling
The king of A brainless clown
The stuck in the eiderdown
and I had to witness!

The piper played a dancing
and all came out on Moon
Altars unillumed
and sinister!

Now awake
in the firelight
The dragon's resounds
The serpent's kiss
The fire of
The of a new day
Oh, sister of the
You're the of the world

they're screaming in the street
How could we Oh, this defeat...
The ruthless on the streak
We are so wasted!

So stupid we did not see
How all things should really be
The of humanity
a mastermind!

What seemed apprehensible
has into dispensible
because of nonsensical
We have been basted!

But now we've come to
the of alibis
and squander of
so deaf, and blind!

We are the flow, we are the ebb
We are the weavers, we are the web
We are the flow, we are the ebb
We are the back from the dead

See me, I am
and your birthright
to walk and strong
Come dance the tide
We've been before
And we shall
for now and
now and evermore...

We are the flow, we are the ebb
We are the weavers, we are the web
We are the flow, we are the ebb
We are the witches back the dead

Up on the hill she
down by the sea she
Her sisters by her side
disturbance dies
It was another of
prophecy
Those faithful
submerging in agony

Did they really their deeds
justified abysmal
ignoring all the human
A of indulgence!

Insane egomania
vampires from
spiritual
to ashes...

Obsessed their morbidity
the morons of
nothing but sheer faggery
A lack of sense!

Their madness turned to
religious of cyanide
We your suicide:
kingdom crashes!

We are the flow, we are the ebb
We are the weavers, we are the web
We are the flow, we are the ebb
We are the witches from the dead

We are the flow, we are the ebb
We are the weavers, we are the web
We are the flow, we are the ebb
We are the witches from the dead