Luyện nghe bài hát Bewilderbeast

See the toreador
look at him thrive
Off the as they roar.
For brings a thrill
To the lives of the
"non-com"
Who and chastise
My mind believe we maintain
This blood thirsty game.
In their picturesque dwellings the
Spill blood not claret from cut-crystal glasses.
Never once pausing to why
For victories innocents die.
No better than
Hot on the
butcher their prey
When its' spent
My mind can't we maintain
This barbarous blood game.
Please show me "sportsman"
You mention with
With his dog to him
And his gun at his
If is the one thing
kind do not lack
Then why don't you hunt
can fight you back?
I see only ridden by guilt
And hands won't wash clean of the blood they have spilt.
What of madness makes you all so ill
your passport to pleaseure's a licence to kill?
So I won't waste my time trying to why
For vanity's innocents die
'Cus you're all vicious I'm sick of your crap
So I won't bat an eyelid it's you in the trap.
I still believe we maintain
This barbarous blood game.