Luyện nghe bài hát Witch Hunt

The night is black, without a
The air is thick, and
The vigilantes on
The lonely hill

Features distorted in the flickering
The faces are twisted and
and stern in the sweltering night
The mob moves like possessed
Quiet in conscience, calm in their
their ways are best

The righteous
burning eyes
Of hatred and
Madmen fed on and lies
To beat and and kill

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

Quick to judge, quick to
Slow to

Ignorance, and fear
Walk hand in