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

[Music: O'Donnell, Yurkiewicz]

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

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

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

His ballistically hunter loathing
Had caused a quite foreboding
He ran... He ran...
He blazed the bush with the speed of a deer
The bulbous game warden was no longer
He circled finally reaching his car
Toasting his with two quarts from a bar
He drove, swillling to calm his nerves,
He drove...

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

Hunter still lurks in the of
Pennsylvania!