ฟังเพลงThriller (Made Famous by Michael Jackson)

Thriller (Made Famous By Michael Jackson) - DJ Hot Picks

It's close to midnight

Something evil's lurkin' from the dark

Under the moonlight

You see a sight that almost stops your heart

You try to scream

But terror takes the sound before you make it

You start to freeze

As horror looks you right between the eyes

You're paralyzed

'Cause this is thriller

Thriller night

And no one's gonna save you

From the beast about to strike

You know it's thriller

Thriller night

You're fighting for your life

Inside a killer

Thriller tonight

You hear the door slam

And realize there's nowhere left to run

You feel the cold hand

And wonder if you'll ever see the sun

You close your eyes

And hope that this is just imagination

Girl but all the while

You hear a creature creepin' up behind

You're outta time

'Cause this is thriller

Thriller night

There ain't no second chance

Against the thing with the forty eyes girl

Thriller

Thriller night

You're fighting for your life

Inside a killer

Thriller tonight

Night creatures call

And the dead start to walk in their masquerade

There's no escaping the jaws of the alien this time

This is the end of your life

They're out to get you

There's demons closing in on every side

They will possess you

Unless you change that number on your dial

Now is the time

For you and i to cuddle close together

All through the night

I'll save you from the terror on the screen

I'll make you see

That this is thriller

Thriller night

'Cause i can thrill you more

Than any goule would ever dare try

Thriller

Thriller night

So let me hold you tight

And share a

Killer diller chiller

Thriller tonight

Thriller

Thriller night

And no one's gonna save you

From the beast about to strike

You know it's thriller

Thriller night

You're fighting for your life

Inside a killer

Thriller tonight

Darkness falls across the land

The midnight hour is close at hand

Creatures crawl in search of blood

To terrorize y'all's neighborhood

And whosoever shall be found

Without the soul for getting down

Must stand and face the hounds of hell

And rot inside a corpse's shell

The foulest stench is in the air

The funk of forty thousand years

And grizzly ghouls from every tomb

Are closing in to seal your doom

And though you fight to stay alive

Your body starts to shiver

For no mere mortal can resist

The evil of the thriller