Luyện nghe bài hát A Gentlemans Sport

Vague men to a stake, gather round your little ones
Feast 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 kill feed
artists for centuries

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

Spit back hound
Spit back 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

me the tongue
Bring me the
Bring me the
back the rest of him