Luyện nghe bài hát Under The Sign Of The Red Dragon

I raise my eyes at dead of
I hear the silence moulding my
I the damp and living ground 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 grew and I fed on.
I led an army of dead
that I had raised from their graves.
I death and destruction.
Stifling of blood and excrements,
cries, sobs.
Thousands of corpses in the sun.
of poles rose as I passed.
My head and laid down.
The my law.
I was Vlad, the Impaler,
nobody obstruct my path.
And the powerful Turks in crowds.
And the new came up,
of fright and blood.
And the sultan of gold and
with his numerous army,
thousand of persons were impaled
and crowds came, of enemies.
And at the end I was surrounded.
Chill, blood, horror of an slaughter.
By then I was a without land.
And the ground a whisper,
the whisper of the dead,
"Dracula, please, back!"