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

[Music: O'Donnell, Lyrics:

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

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

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

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

days passed before he crpt back in the woods
To quell this sick sport as much as one man could
He spare time contemplating fantastic dreams...
The end of all human folly so and blatantly obscene
He prey in his crosshairs
Some sick fuck bear
Hunter his gun and wryly smiled
This "sportsman" was gonna die
He "Hey fuck you, dummy!"
The 30-06 ripped through his tummy
He followed the trail but did not run
Caved the prey's head in with the of his gun

Hunter still in the woods of
Pennsylvania!