Luyện nghe bài hát Witch Hunt

The night is black without a
The air is and still
The gather on
The lonely, torchlit

Features distorted, in the light
are twisted and grotesque
Silent and stern in the sweltering
Mob like demons possessed

Quiet in conscience, calm in right
Confident their are best

The righteous rise with burning
Of and ill-will
Madmen fed on fear and
To beat and burn and

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

Those who know best for us
Must rise and save us from

to judge, quick to anger
Slow to
Ignorance and
And fear hand in hand