Luyện nghe bài hát A Gentlemans Sport

Vague men tied to a stake, gather round your little
Feast your eyes, steady your aim
We hit dragging miles of verse
Poisoned food on the line, well we're throwing it

Thought the meat of kill would feed
Starving for centuries

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

Spit back every
Spit back every

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

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

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

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

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

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

me the tongue
Everything is fat
the tongue
Discard the of him
Bring me the
else is fat

Bring me the
me the tongue
Bring me the
Throw back the of him