Luyện nghe bài hát Hunting Humans

Upon thresh-hold of disaster
The birth of the eleventh
The fires at night,I begin to doubt
-The Smell of flesh-will ever fade

The touch of Death is all us
A corpses block our way
A man-made germ almost everyone-
suicide
Just to rise and eat dead
of the Living Dead

We're humans
We're humans
hunting humans
It's killing everyday

I can't control this feeling
An screaming in my ear
I don't think last the night,
there is no cure for genocide
Or of the dead
Night of the Dead....

We're humans
hunting humans
We're hunting
It's killing everyday