Luyện nghe bài hát Under The Sign Of The Red Dragon

I raise my eyes at dead of
I hear the moulding my body
I the damp and living ground throbbing
I to it.
I'm the of this land,
I'm Dracula, of Walacchia.
My is synonymous with fear and terror
which I and grew and which I fed on.
I led an army of soldiers
that I myself had from their graves.
I death and destruction.
smell of blood and excrements,
cries, sobs.
Thousands of corpses in the sun.
Thousands of rose as I passed.
My beheaded and laid down.
The my law.
I was Vlad, the Impaler,
nobody obstruct my path.
And the Turks come in crowds.
And the new forest up,
forest of and blood.
And the of gold and silk
came with his army,
of persons were horribly impaled
and came, crowds of enemies.
And at the end I was surrounded.
Chill, blood, of an irrepressible slaughter.
By then I was a prince land.
And from the a whisper,
the whisper of the dead,
"Dracula, please, back!"