Luyện nghe bài hát Zombies, March

Welcome once
To the pit, my friends
We're so glad you attend
and die, come and die

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

I, I
I, I

I, I, I the zombie army
They, they, they are my sweetest
creatures, well, they shall never harm me
Well, I them from far beyond the grave

Lid on coffin
was foretold
Barrel, box or sack
Planted deep, they still back

Beyond the world of
Beneath the of time
The rise and curse the light
They curse the living and bite

You find it
I it quite charming
They way the
They from the ground

I it amazing
The dead we raising
And the stinking pile of
Formed a molten-nipple

I, I
life is lost yet un-death found

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

I, the pit of horror, I

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

The king, he walks alone
The zombie king, he has no
Just a never hunger
And a hole can't be filled
By the centuries of
the living he has killed

Who have all passed beneath the
To into living dead
And swell his ranks
Who ever would thought
You teach them to drive tanks?
Drive tanks banks, zombies, march

The king, he calls his troops
Der is coming soon
The filthy stand wall-to-wall
And is a big room

The creatures of the
Are an bunch
But zombies are my sweetest
As long as they get

Vampires, they fucking
You know they're gay
Biker werewolves, a joke
They've sure seen better

Zombie king, give a damn
'Cause he rules
though his followers
Are nincompoops and

Zombies,