Luyện nghe bài hát We are the Witches

A at night
A knock-knock on the
in a red cloak
Her eyes gleaming with
The moment she's been for
arrived
Sister's for her
While the stars are shining

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

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

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

The piper a dancing tune
and all came out on Harvest
staying unillumed
and sinister!

Now she's
in the firelight
The dragon's call
The kiss ignites
The fire of
The of a new day
Oh, of the night
the light of the world

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

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

What seemed apprehensible
has turned dispensible
of being nonsensical
We have 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 from the

See me, I am
and it's birthright
to proud and strong
Come with the tide
been 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 from the

Up on the she peers
down by the sea she
Her gathering by her side
until dies
It was case of
self-fulfilling
Those believers
submerging in agony

Did really think their deeds
abysmal greed
ignoring all the human
A of indulgence!

Insane with
vampires Transylvania
pyromania
to ashes...

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

Their turned to matricide
sort of cyanide
We salute suicide:
Your 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 from the

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