Luyện nghe bài hát Hunt the Rich

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

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

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

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

Sab is ridden by rich toff
Masonic handshake soon him off
We won't sit and take this 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 you should
'Cos forget! They'd hunt us if they could
We'll take thugs, put 'em in the ditch
We'll save the fox and then we'll hunt the

THE RICH!

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