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

Words by neil peart, by geddy lee and alex lifeson

The night is
a moon
The air is thick, and

The vigilantes on
The lonely hill

distorted in the flickering light
The are twisted and grotesque
and stern in the sweltering night
The mob moves demons possessed
in conscience, calm in their right ---
Confident ways are best

The righteous
With eyes
Of hatred and

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

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

Quick to
to anger
Slow to

and prejudice
And
hand in hand