Luyện nghe bài hát Conjuring Of The 14th

Follow down the path, it to a circle of houses
Where are not well thought
And unwelcome to their affairs
The villagers, so they said, do rituals

Just for a while through the chimney stack
the mist, aren't you afraid?
Ajar are the doors, a smell of rotten
In the mud, aren't you

by the clouds, a pallid sun on a November day
An organized to go and see what's going on
The villagers, none of them weren't seen in town for
To get provisions as they to

Just for a look through the chimney stack
Through the mist, aren't you
Ajar are the doors, a smell of woods
In the mud, aren't you

Hearsay him the 14th
Was never born, he's been
The sins to in front of him
Will be the part of your dreams, of your dreams
(Someone it is a magic place)

the hazy heights
Two leagues Avhon
Among the of brushwood
Aloof the glances
a village built on a clearing

Thirteen houses maliciously
And a mansion on a
That mournful light in the window is always lit
Is lit, lit

As they reached the on the hill
found nobody at all
(Was there?)
Faint light in the
(Where they gone?)
Would they to go inside
(To go inside)

When all returned back home
They told of uncanny
(They told)
When they all back home, inside
(Knock, knock)
Their souls, hopelessly gone

Jesp Van Cleave, the found dead
Drowned in the stream we was having a bath
A misfortune, incredible and fatal accident

De le Fournier, son of the major
Was the second one, his fell on top of him
The were too serious to be cured

One by one, the thirteen
All those who had been to village
the unknown one

One was hanged, the choked
Little by all the townsmen understood
The conjuring of the
Was in the mazes of their lives

Thirteen souls to the old
The lifeblood will flow
In the shadows of their

And now hearsay him the 14th
That was never born, always been
The sins to in front of him
Will be the part of your dreams, of your dreams
(Someone it is a magic place)

Through the heights
Two leagues from
Among the of brushwood
Aloof from the
Lies a village built on a

When they went back to the village
houses occupied
Thirteen new
Whom he look like?

houses, aligned maliciously
And a
That mournful light in floor window
be always lit, will be always lit
Is lit