Luyện nghe bài hát Hunt the Rich

You no soul you have no heart
You'd chase an animal to see it apart
junky you're full of shit
You want a kicking? fuckin' get it

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

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

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

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

"The saboteurs, in my opinion. They are a very good example 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 - that has to be stopped."

So sab the hunt you you should
'Cos forget! They'd hunt us if they could
We'll their thugs, put 'em in the ditch
We'll save the fox and we'll hunt the rich

THE RICH!

"We don't make of the rich. We just want to get rid of the bastards right?"