Luyện nghe bài hát Massacre

Down the vast hills in morning cold
the peaceful deep valley below
Twothousand foaming with hate
Carrying masters towards their fate
the battle they ride
Twothousand men too to die
Massacre...

Coming from each prepared for attack
Covered in dustclouds now is no turning back
Once so peaceful valley echoes with
of blood and brains as the midday sun rise
Under a sky
None live to face the night
Massacre...

Amidst the scattered limbs bodies finally comes to peace
While the of blood grows strong in the mild midday breeze
the sky the vultures wait to play their part
To descend of wings of death and from human hearts
The battle is still someone always wins
And now they on death's black wings
Massacre...