Luyện nghe bài hát Bewilderbeast

See the toreador
look at him thrive
Off the crowd as roar.
For death a thrill
To the lives of the
"non-com"
Who and chastise
My can't believe we maintain
This barbarous thirsty game.
In their picturesque the aristo-classes
blood that's not claret from cut-crystal glasses.
Never once to contemplate why
For victories innocents die.
No better bloodhounds
Hot on the
butcher their prey
When its' spent
My can't believe we maintain
barbarous blood thirsty game.
Please show me "sportsman"
You mention pride
his dog to defend him
And his gun at his
If is the one thing
Your kind do not
Then why don't you something
can fight you back?
I see cowardice ridden by guilt
And your hands won't clean of the blood they have spilt.
What measure of makes you all so ill
That your passport to pleaseure's a licence to
So I waste my time trying to understand why
For vanity's innocents die
'Cus you're all bastards I'm sick of your crap
So I won't bat an when it's you in the trap.
I still can't believe we
This barbarous thirsty game.