Luyện nghe bài hát Shadows

Memories of shadow's me,
From the when I was young,
that used to terrify me,
Are the things, I've become

There's a dark in the clouds,
fog in the swamp,
Crickets chirpping outside my window; the it thumps,
In the bathroom sink the hall,
The flicker sometimes,
The wind is
The dogs are growling way in the pines,
A passing car on the distant road, The only thing
in my sleep, The Sandman is coming
I see the in the red cloak,
The shadows are shape,
The sound of a faint voice, and full of hate,
Dry leaves crumble under the of the Reaper,
The limbs tap on my window, the nails of a creature,
of goblins and fairies,
A on the prairie,
A murderer that escaped, I'm and weary,
strikes on the hill,
the cabin,
The old man on the porch, evil and laughing,
by demons,
I'm an angel and all want me,
And to day,

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

butts, and oil stains on the dying grass,
The smell of the liquor, rising up the broken glass
The of black leather, The heat from the engines,
and Goons, Bearded men and loud women,
The crackling paint, The old shack the swinging light,
The needles passing, Open in plain sight,
and Black Sabbath, The vinyl is skipping,
From the in the kitchen,
Blood and kicking,
fills up the sky, Gasoline on the trash heap,
The mattress is burning, I hear it and snapping,
The soaked teddy bear, so heavy I can't lift it,
The flask for the moonshine, I as they all sip it,
The Halloween candle lit with 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 when I was young,
Things used to terrify me,
Are the things, I've become,

I on my leather jacket, a collection of biker patches,
One of says savage, The other one Black Sabbath,
Heavily tatted, barely any left,
Whiskey after twelve,
I'm always playing death,
Bullet in my yard, Loaded gun on the shelf,
Run the roads like a wolf, the whole Bible Belt,
Rattlesnake boots, Toes up on the chopper,
Fifty Harleys me, They all ready to slaughter,
Drunk in of my sons,
in front of my daughter,
Spit, cuss, and I yell,
It's like a quarter,
'Cause I'm only heads up. no matter which way you it,
No brake in my life, I'm either rich or evicted,
to my convictions,
Committed crimes the quitters,
Connected to my religion, The of sinners,
a prayer to god,
Exhaling smoke off the 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 shadow's me,
From the when I was young,
Things that to terrify me,
Are the things, I've become