Luyện nghe bài hát Bewilderbeast

See the brave
look at him thrive
Off the crowd as roar.
For death a thrill
To the lives of the
"non-com"
Who gloat and
My mind can't we maintain
This barbarous thirsty game.
In their dwellings the aristo-classes
blood that's not claret from cut-crystal glasses.
Never once pausing to why
For vanity's innocents die.
No better than
Hot on the
They their prey
its' energy's spent
My can't believe we maintain
This barbarous thirsty game.
Please me this "sportsman"
You mention pride
With his dog to him
And his gun at his
If courage is the one
Your kind do not
Then why you hunt something
That can you back?
I see cowardice ridden by guilt
And your won't wash clean of the blood they have spilt.
What measure of makes you all so ill
That your passport to pleaseure's a to kill?
So I won't waste my time trying to why
For victories innocents die
you're all vicious bastards I'm sick of your crap
So I bat an eyelid when it's you in the trap.
I still believe we maintain
This barbarous blood game.