Luyện nghe bài hát A Gentlemans Sport

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

Thought the meat of this would feed
Starving for centuries

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

Spit back hound
Spit every hound

All that we 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, white
An singularity
It's the fox that the couldn't reach

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

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

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

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

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