Luyện nghe bài hát Shadows

Memories of shadow's me,
From the years I was young,
Things that used to me,
Are the things, That I've

There's a dark in the clouds,
fog in the swamp,
Crickets chirpping outside my window; the it thumps,
In the sink down the hall,
The lights sometimes,
The wind is
The dogs are growling way in the pines,
A passing car on the road, The only thing running
in my sleep, The Sandman is coming
I see the in the red cloak,
The are taking shape,
The sound of a faint voice, lost and of hate,
Dry leaves under the feet of the Reaper,
The tap on my window, like the nails of a creature,
Tales of and fairies,
A on the prairie,
A that escaped, I'm disillusioned and weary,
Lightning on the hill,
the cabin,
The old man on the porch, evil and laughing,
by demons,
I'm an angel and they all me,
And to day,

Memories of haunt me,
From the years I was young,
Things used to terrify me,
Are the things, That become,

Cigarette butts, and oil stains on the grass,
The of the liquor, rising up from the broken glass
The of black leather, The heat from the engines,
and Goons, Bearded men and loud women,
The paint, The old shack with the swinging light,
The needles passing, Open in plain sight,
Ozzy and Black Sabbath, The is skipping,
From the in the kitchen,
Blood and kicking,
Smoke up the sky, Gasoline on the trash heap,
The mattress is burning, I it popping and snapping,
The rain soaked bear, so heavy I can't lift it,
The for the moonshine, I watch as they all sip it,
The Halloween pumpkin candle lit a Pentagram,
The Grandfather Clock, with a broken hand,
by thieves, killers,
Thugs and junkies,
And to day,

of shadow's haunt me,
From the years I was young,
Things that to terrify me,
Are the things, That become,

I throw on my leather jacket, a of biker patches,
One of says savage, The other one Black Sabbath,
tatted, barely any skin left,
Whiskey bent twelve,
I'm always playing death,
Bullet shells in my yard, gun on the shelf,
Run the roads like a wolf, the whole Bible Belt,
skin boots, Toes up on the chopper,
Fifty behind me, They all ready to slaughter,
in front of my sons,
Drunk in of my daughter,
Spit, cuss, and I yell,
It's a one-sided quarter,
'Cause I'm only up. no matter which way you flip it,
No brake lights in my life, I'm either or evicted,
to my convictions,
Committed with the quitters,
to my religion, The religion of sinners,
Send a to god,
smoke off the Meth pipe,
Like puddles reflecting the ripples to next life,
So here I am standing like the ashes that fell from the fire,
A seed that fell off that and forgotten flower,
my own nightmare,
But now I think charming,
when,

Memories of haunt me,
the years when I was young,
Things used to terrify me,
Are the things, That become