Luyện nghe bài hát Hunt the Rich

You have no soul you no heart
You'd an animal to see it torn apart
Blood junky you're full of
You want a you'll fuckin' get it

perverts dressed in red
We won't rest your "sport" is dead
Sick bastards in red
We rest until your sort is dead

A child's face is smeared with
A torn corpse is in the mud
your tradition is fuckin' sick
We're gonna stop you, you fuckin' prick

perverts dressed in red
We won't rest until "sport" is dead
bastards dressed in red
We won't rest until your is dead

Sab is down by rich toff
Masonic handshake gets him off
We won't sit back and take shit
Into the and put an end to it

"The saboteurs, in my opinion. They are a very good of their name they are saboteurs - And I quite accept everybody's right to their opinion and to demonstrate - but to actually endanger and harass and throw stones and threaten and use abusive language - that has to be stopped."

So sab the hunt you know you
'Cos don'r forget! They'd hunt us if they
We'll take their thugs, put 'em in the
We'll save the fox and then we'll the rich

THE RICH!

"We make demands of the rich. We just want to get rid of the bastards right?"