Luyện nghe bài hát Witch Hunt

The night is without a moon
The air is and still
The vigilantes on
The lonely, torchlit

distorted, in the flickering light
Faces are twisted and
Silent and stern in the sweltering
Mob moves demons possessed

Quiet in conscience, in their right
Confident ways are best

The rise with burning eyes
Of hatred and
Madmen fed on fear and
To beat and burn and

They say are strangers who threaten us
Our and infidels
They say is strangeness too dangerous
In our theaters and bookstore

who know what's best for us
Must rise and us from ourselves

Quick to judge, to anger
Slow to
Ignorance and
And walk hand in hand