Luyện nghe bài hát Lupo Manaro

Creepin' round and from the woods
Italian word he was manaro
And every month on a night
He through changes

The full moon rises, gettin' nervous
is growin', he's gettin' vicious

It's no with hair growing everywhere
The acts of
no delusion, no halluciation...
And

Pressure is rising, in need of satisfaction
He through purgatory to run with the devil

It's in his
He is a
A crying bull, a lupo
It's in his
He is a
A wild beast, a lupo

The day when he wakes up
And is on his face
He don't where he's been
But he's seen the trace

And next month, comes a day
The full moon rises, he's nervous again