Luyện nghe bài hát Massacre

Down the hills in morning mist cold
Into the peaceful deep valley
stallions foaming with hate
Carrying their towards their fate
Into the they ride
men too young to die
Massacre...

Coming from each prepared for attack
in dustclouds now there is no turning back
Once so peaceful valley with cries
Cascades of blood and brains as the sun rise
a bloodred sky
None will to face the night
Massacre...

Amidst the scattered limbs dead bodies finally comes to
While the stench of blood strong in the mild midday breeze
Circling the sky the wait to play their part
To descend of wings of death and feast from hearts
The is lost still someone always wins
And now descend on death's black wings
Massacre...