Luyện nghe bài hát Witch Hunt

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

distorted, in the flickering light
Faces are twisted and
and stern in the sweltering night
Mob like demons possessed

Quiet in conscience, in their right
Confident their ways are

The rise with burning eyes
Of hatred and
fed on fear and lies
To and burn and kill

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

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

to judge, quick to anger
Slow to
and prejudice
And fear walk hand in