Luyện nghe bài hát A Gentlemans Sport

Vague men tied to a stake, gather your little ones
your eyes, steady your aim behold
We hit shore dragging of verse
Poisoned on the line, well we're throwing it back

Thought the meat of kill would feed
Starving artists for

him, gut him
This is not what we for
He is worthless unless he is
bait food for thought

Spit every hound
Spit back every

All we hunt you for, we are
All we hunt you for, we are
All we hunt you for, we are
All we hunt you for, we are

Plastic rabbits, white
An singularity
It's the fox the dogs couldn't reach

him, gut him
The contaminated
For the of the bachelor band
bait food for thought

You have no idea you're up against
You no idea

off my very own head
To get me out of this
Chewed off my very own
To get me out of this

Chewed off my very own
To get me out of this
off my very own head
To get me out of trap

Bring me the
else is fat
Salvage the
the rest of him
Bring me the
Everything is fat

Bring me the
Bring me the
me the tongue
Throw the rest of him