Luyện nghe bài hát Zombies, March

Welcome once
To the bloody pit, my
We're so glad you could
Come and die, and die

Yes, the bloody pit of horror,
As sick as is Gomorrah
It's purpose crinkly clear, here

I, I
I, I

I, I, I the zombie army
They, they, they are my slaves
These creatures, well, they shall harm me
Well, I saved them from far beyond the

Lid on coffin
Return was
Barrel, box or bloody
Planted deep, they come back

the world of life
Beneath the of time
The zombies and curse the light
They the living and they bite

You it alarming
I find it quite
way the dead
They from the ground

I found it
The dead we were
And the stinking pile of
a molten-nipple mound

I, I
Your life is lost yet found

The bloody pit of
Has a tale to tell
The pit of holy shit
Oh, motherfucking, the hell?

I, the pit of horror, I

I, I the zombie army
I, I the zombie army
I, I lead the army
I, I, they are my slaves
My slaves

The zombie king, he alone
The zombie king, he has no
Just a never hunger
And a hole that be filled
By the of victims
From the he has killed

Who have all passed the earth
To transform living dead
And his martial ranks
Who ever would have
You could teach to drive tanks?
Drive through banks, zombies, march

The zombie king, he his troops
Der Krieg is soon
The filthy fiend stand
And this is a big

The of the underworld
Are an bunch
But zombies are my slaves
As long as get lunch

Vampires, they suck
You know because gay
Biker werewolves, what a
They've sure better days

king, don't give a damn
'Cause he already
Even his followers
Are nincompoops and

Zombies,