Luyện nghe bài hát A Gentlemans Sport

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

the meat of this kill would feed
Starving for centuries

him, gut him
This is not what we for
He is unless he is whole
Make food for thought

Spit back every
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 we hunt you for, we are

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

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

You have no idea what up against
You have no

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

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
Throw back the of him