Luyện nghe bài hát We are the Witches

A gathering at
A on the door
Dressed in a red
Her eyes gleaming with
The moment she's been for
finally
Sister's for her
While the stars are shining

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

A plague came us again
striking my fellow-men
The priest became a
My for it, Mister!

The it came tumbling down
The king of kings: A brainless
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
Dancing in the
The dragon's call
The serpent's kiss
The of love
The of a new day
Oh, sister of the
You're the light of the

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

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

What once seemed
has into dispensible
of being nonsensical
We should been basted!

But now we've come to
the senselessness of
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 witches back the dead

See me, I am
and your birthright
to proud and strong
Come with 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
until disturbance
It was another of
self-fulfilling
Those faithful
in their agony

Did they think their deeds
abysmal greed
ignoring all the needs
A of indulgence!

Insane with
vampires from
spiritual
to ashes...

Obsessed with morbidity
the morons of
caused nothing but sheer
A of common sense!

Their madness to matricide
religious of cyanide
We salute your
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 back the dead