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 dragging miles of verse
Poisoned food on the line, well we're it back

Thought the of this kill would feed
Starving for centuries

him, gut him
This is not we bargained for
He is worthless he is whole
Make bait for thought

back every hound
Spit back hound

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

rabbits, white elephants
An unclothed
It's the fox the dogs couldn't reach

him, gut him
The repast
For the head of the band
Make food for thought

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

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

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

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

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