Luyện nghe bài hát A Gentlemans Sport

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

the meat of this kill would feed
Starving for centuries

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

Spit back every
Spit back hound

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

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

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

You have no idea what up against
You no idea

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

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

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

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