Luyện nghe bài hát Bewilderbeast

See the toreador
Just look at him
Off the as they roar.
For brings a thrill
To the lives of the
"non-com"
Who gloat and
My can't believe we maintain
This barbarous blood game.
In their dwellings the aristo-classes
Spill blood that's not claret from glasses.
Never once pausing to why
For vanity's victories die.
No than bloodhounds
Hot on the
They butcher their
When its' energy's
My mind believe we maintain
This barbarous blood game.
Please show me "sportsman"
You mention pride
his dog to defend him
And his gun at his
If is the one thing
Your do not lack
Then why don't you something
That can fight you
I see only cowardice by guilt
And your hands won't wash clean of the they have spilt.
What of madness makes you all so ill
That your passport to a licence to kill?
So I won't my time trying to understand why
For vanity's victories die
'Cus you're all vicious bastards I'm sick of crap
So I won't bat an eyelid it's you in the trap.
I still can't believe we
This blood thirsty game.