Luyện nghe bài hát Ghoul Hunter

One night as I through the cemetery gates
out the cause of the local mania
I bespied a ghastly sight, gave me quite a fright
The Ghouls of Creepsylvania
They were to and fro,
And at the moon, you know
Howling banshees on a quest for meat
I was shocked to see a
That had both pull out a tool
And chop the head from a body lying at his
My mind was racing as I watched the carnage
were stripping the rotten corpse to the bone
I to slowly back away in horror
When the ground way beneath me and I fell into the catacombs
When I came to I was cloaked in
was a stench unlike any I had ever smelled before
I reached out and felt the ground me
And my hand went straight into a of gore!
Hunter!
You can bet life that you're going to die!
Hunter!
eat you baked, boiled, or fried!
Hunter!
You'll look like the jerk you are!
Hunter!
We'll pickle your brain in a jar!
As I was saying...
I lit a torch and began to
The tunnels wound and wound for miles
There were coffins jutting from the walls and
bones, vats of guts, and skulls in piles
I to a large room
And heard an echo in the
The sound of metal my very bones
There riffs the beat the band,
Pounding drums I stand,
And the vocalists shocking tones
I made my way the cacophony
A crucifix clutched in my fist
And as I to the torchlit room
I saw the shambling fiends pissed
They spotted me and began to and snort
My was blown, so I started to run like mad
Digestor me to the floor
And it started really getting bad
Hunter!
You can bet your life that you're to die!
Hunter!
eat you baked, boiled, or fried!
Hunter!
You'll just like the jerk you are!
Hunter!
We'll pickle your in a jelly jar!

I was bound and in the dining room
by the funk of fetid breath
The quartet of maniacs hunched me
And forced me to to Anthrax and Megadeth
I struggled in my restraints as they with glee
While they poked at me and sliced my cheek
My pleading only served to amuse them
As they expelled a very noxious sort of
I wriggled out of my a bit
There was a struggle but I managed to
Ghoul is still out there, the graveyard
But I escaped and now I'm to tell my tale
Hunter!
You can bet your life that going to die!
Hunter!
eat you baked, boiled, or fried!
Hunter!
You'll look like the jerk you are!
Hunter!
We'll pickle your brain in a jar!