Luyện nghe bài hát Night of The Living Dead

Stumble in some so
Pre-dawn come to life
of the dead surviving
Armies of the hungry

Only-ones,
up like shredded-wheat
Only-ones,
Be a sort of human

This ain't no
This no happening
This no feeling in my arm

You you're a Zombie, you think it's a scene
From monster magazine
Well, your eyes, too late
ain't no fantasy, boy

This ain't no
This no happening
This ain't no in my arm