Luyện nghe bài hát Open Season (The Story Of Hunter Slaughter)

[Music: O'Donnell, Yurkiewicz]

While through Northern Pennsylvania on a cold December day
He became enraged by the of deer hunters "at play"
He swore to himself that he absolutely not ignore
this activity that he profoundly deplored...
So he snuck into the woods to drop sons and daddies
He climbed into a stand and smoked a fatty
Along came a brush deer blastin' fanatic
The locals called his an "accident" and "tragic"

Open for hunter slaughter
Open season for hunter
Open season for slaughter
Open season for the slaughter

It wasn't long before he was at it
on the knowledge that hunting is sick and must end
A fresh blanket of was on the ground
The day that hunter thirteen down
He butchered 'em like factoried hogs
He stacked near a cord of human
"Hey you, STOP!" yelled
It was the warden so he ran like hell!!!

His ballistically vented loathing
Had a situation quite foreboding
He ran... He ran...
He blazed the bush with the speed of a deer
The bulbous game was no longer near
He slyly circled finally his car
Toasting his escape with two from a bar
He drove, swillling beer to his nerves,
He drove...

Only passed before he crpt back in the woods
To quell sick sport as much as one man possibly could
He passed spare time contemplating dreams...
The end of all folly so cruel and blatantly obscene
He prey in his crosshairs
Some fuck hunting bear
clenched his gun and wryly smiled
This pathetic "sportsman" was die
He "Hey fuck you, dummy!"
The 30-06 round ripped his tummy
He the blood trail but did not run
Caved the prey's head in the butt of his gun

Hunter lurks in the woods of
Pennsylvania!