Luyện nghe bài hát Witch Hunt

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

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

Quiet in conscience, calm in right
their ways are best

The righteous rise with eyes
Of and ill-will
Madmen fed on and lies
To and burn and kill

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

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

Quick to judge, quick to
to understand
Ignorance and
And fear hand in hand