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

[Music: O'Donnell, Yurkiewicz]

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

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

It wasn't long he was at it again
Acting on the knowledge that hunting is and must end
A blanket of snow was on the ground
The day hunter gunned thirteen down
He butchered 'em just factoried hogs
He stacked near a of human logs
"Hey you, STOP!" someone
It was the game so he ran like hell!!!

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

Only days passed before he crpt in the woods
To this sick sport as much as one man possibly could
He spare time contemplating fantastic 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 yelled "Hey you, dummy!"
The 30-06 round through his tummy
He the blood trail but did not run
the prey's head in with the butt of his gun

Hunter lurks in the woods of
Pennsylvania!