Luyện nghe bài hát We are the Witches

A at night
A knock-knock on the
Dressed in a red
Her eyes with delight
The moment she's waiting for
finally
waiting for her
While the stars are shining

Incubus and
The evil foe has on us
The Demons rise on
Oh, devilishness...

A came over us again
striking down my
The priest became a
My for it, Mister!

The churchyard it came down
The of kings: A brainless clown
The prior stuck in the
and I had to witness!

The played a dancing tune
and all came out on Moon
Altars staying
and sinister!

Now she's
Dancing in the
The call resounds
The serpent's kiss
The fire of
The of a new day
Oh, sister of the
You're the of the world

Spellbound screaming in the street
How we fall? Oh, this defeat...
The on the losing streak
We are so wasted!

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

What once seemed
has turned into
of being nonsensical
We have been basted!

But now come to realize
the of alibis
and of self-sacrifice
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 it's your
to walk and strong
dance with the tide
We've there 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 she peers
down by the sea she
Her gathering by her side
disturbance dies
It was another of
prophecy
Those faithful
submerging in agony

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

with egomania
vampires Transylvania
pyromania
to ashes...

Obsessed with their
the of stupidity
caused but sheer faggery
A lack of sense!

madness turned to matricide
religious of cyanide
We salute 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 back 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