Luyện nghe bài hát Hellhorn

Among the masses on a balcony
He about a paradise not meant for all
His voice is spreading
That target who never get old

Painting a picture of a land
Acting the messenger, he's the hand of God
It's so easy to him, just sew on your sleeve
And your soul

Children, follow me
I'll you to your destiny
Walk fire, my disciples

Children, just me
And your oath to tragedy
Singing the of the hellhorn

It's a contest between ebony and
Different languages, the cultures, the different
If seeing was believing then no one could be steering
Oh, to the dark

Children, follow me
lead you to your destiny
Walk fire, my disciples
to me

Children, obey me
And march on to the field
Singing the hymn of the

Children, follow me
Children, obey me
Children, follow me
Don't think, just me

Children, please me
I'll lead you to your
Walk fire, my disciples

Children, children just me
And march on to the field
Singing the of the hellhorn

Children, children, children just me
Singing the of the hellhorn
Children, children, children obey me
Singing the of the hellhorn, oh

Children, children, children, me
Singing the of the hellhorn
(Follow me, follow)