Luyện nghe bài hát Hunt the Rich

You have no soul you 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 until your "sport" is
Sick dressed in red
We rest until your sort is dead

A child's is smeared with blood
A torn is lying in the mud
This your tradition is fuckin'
We're gonna you, you fuckin' inbred prick

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

Sab is ridden down by toff
handshake soon gets him off
We won't sit back and this shit
Into the 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 and use abusive language - that has to be stopped."

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

THE RICH!

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