Luyện nghe bài hát Zombies, March

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

Yes, the pit of horror, here
As as is Gomorrah queer
It's purpled crinkly clear, here

I, I
I, I

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

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

Beyond the world of
Beneath the scroll of
The zombies rise and curse the
They curse the living and bite

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

I it amazing
The dead we were
And the stinking of bodies
Formed a molten-nipple

I, I
Your is lost yet un-death found

The pit of horror
Has a tale to tell
The bloody pit of shit
Oh, motherfucking, what the

I, the pit of horror, I

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

The zombie king, he alone
The king, he has no throne
Just a never ending
And a hole can't be filled
By the of victims
the living he has killed

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

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

The creatures of the
Are an imposing
But zombies are my slaves
As long as get lunch

Vampires, they fucking
You because they're gay
werewolves, what a joke
They've seen better days

Zombie king, don't a damn
'Cause he rules
Even his followers
Are and boobs

Zombies,