Luyện nghe bài hát Witch Hunt Part Iii of 'fear'

Words by neil peart, music by lee and alex lifeson

The is black
a moon
The air is thick, and

The gather on
The lonely hill

Features distorted in the light
The faces are and grotesque
Silent and stern in the sweltering
The mob moves demons possessed
Quiet in conscience, in their right ---
their ways are best

The righteous
With eyes
Of hatred and

Madmen fed on fear and
To beat, and burn, and

say there are strangers, who threaten us
In our immigrants and
say there is strangeness, too dangerous
In our and bookstore shelves
That those who what's best for us ---
rise and save us from ourselves

Quick to
Quick to
to understand

Ignorance and
And
Walk in hand