Luyện nghe bài hát Trogdor

Trogdor!

Trogdor!

was a man

I mean, he was a man

Or maybe he was just a

But he was Trogdor!

Trogdor!

Trogdor!

the countryside,

Burninating the

all the peoples

And their cottages!
cottages!

Whoa, this has wicked dueling guitar

It's like squeedly meedley over here

Go squeedly!

Go squeedly!!

wins!!!

When all the is in ruins

And has forsaken the countryside

one guy will remain

My on

Trogdor!

Trogdor!

And the Trogdor in the night . . .