Luyện nghe bài hát We are the Witches

A at night
A on the door
Dressed in a red
Her gleaming with delight
The moment she's waiting for
finally
Sister's for her
While the are shining bright

Incubus and
The evil foe has on us
The rise on Hallowmass
Oh, devilishness...

A plague came over us
striking down my
The priest became a
My for it, Mister!

The churchyard it came down
The king of A brainless clown
The prior stuck in the
and I had to witness!

The piper a dancing tune
and all came out on Moon
staying unillumed
and sinister!

Now awake
Dancing in the
The dragon's resounds
The kiss ignites
The fire of
The of a new day
Oh, of the night
You're the light of the

Spellbound screaming in the street
How could we fall? Oh, defeat...
The ruthless on the streak
We are so wasted!

So stupid we did not see
How all those things really be
The eyesore of
a mastermind!

once seemed apprehensible
has turned dispensible
because of nonsensical
We have been basted!

But now we've come to
the of alibis
and squander of
so deaf, and blind!

We are the flow, we are the ebb
We are the weavers, we are the web
We are the flow, we are the ebb
We are the witches back from the

See me, I am
and your birthright
to proud and strong
Come dance with the
We've been there
And we return
for now and
now and evermore...

We are the flow, we are the ebb
We are the weavers, we are the web
We are the flow, we are the ebb
We are the back from the dead

Up on the she peers
by the sea she waits
Her sisters gathering by her
until disturbance
It was another of
prophecy
Those believers
in their agony

Did they really their deeds
justified greed
ignoring all the human
A of indulgence!

Insane with
vampires from
pyromania
to ashes...

Obsessed with their
the of stupidity
caused nothing but sheer
A of common sense!

Their madness to matricide
religious sort of
We your suicide:
Your crashes!

We are the flow, we are the ebb
We are the weavers, we are the web
We are the flow, we are the ebb
We are the back from the dead

We are the flow, we are the ebb
We are the weavers, we are the web
We are the flow, we are the ebb
We are the witches from the dead