Luyện nghe bài hát Witch Hunt

The is black, without a moon
The air is thick, and
The vigilantes on
The lonely torchlit

distorted in the flickering light
The faces are and grotesque
Silent and stern in the night
The mob moves demons possessed
in conscience, calm in their right
Confident ways are best

The righteous
With burning
Of and ill-will
Madmen fed on and lies
To beat and and kill

They say there are strangers, who us
In our immigrants and
They say there is strangeness, too
In our theatres and bookstore
Those who know what's for us
rise and save us from ourselves

Quick to judge, quick to
to understand

Ignorance, prejudice and
Walk in hand