Luyện nghe bài hát A Gentlemans Sport

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

Thought the meat of kill would feed
Starving for centuries

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

Spit every hound
Spit every hound

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, elephants
An singularity
It's the fox the dogs couldn't reach

him, gut him
The contaminated
For the head of the band
Make bait food for

You have no idea what up against
You no idea

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

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

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