Luyện nghe bài hát Witch Hunt

The night is black, a moon
The air is thick, and
The gather on
The lonely torchlit

Features distorted in the light
The are twisted and grotesque
Silent and in the sweltering night
The mob like demons possessed
Quiet in conscience, in their right
Confident ways are best

The righteous
burning eyes
Of and ill-will
Madmen fed on fear and
To beat and and kill

say there are strangers, who threaten us
In our and infidels
They say is strangeness, too dangerous
In our and bookstore shelves
Those who know what's for us
Must rise and us from ourselves

Quick to judge, to anger
to understand

Ignorance, prejudice and
Walk hand in