Luyện nghe bài hát Under The Sign Of The Red Dragon

I raise my eyes at dead of
I the silence moulding my body
I hear the damp and living throbbing
I to it.
I'm the guardian of land,
I'm Dracula, of Walacchia.
My name is synonymous with and terror
which I sowed and and which I fed on.
I led an of dead soldiers
that I had raised from their graves.
I death and destruction.
Stifling smell of 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 could my path.
And the powerful Turks in crowds.
And the new forest up,
forest of and blood.
And the of gold and silk
came his numerous army,
thousand of persons were horribly
and crowds came, of enemies.
And at the end I was surrounded.
Chill, blood, horror of an slaughter.
By then I was a prince land.
And the ground a whisper,
the of the dead, rose:
"Dracula, please, back!"