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

[Music: O'Donnell, Lyrics:

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

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

It long before he was at it again
Acting on the knowledge that is sick and must end
A fresh of snow was on the ground
The day that hunter gunned down
He butchered 'em just factoried hogs
He stacked near a of human logs
"Hey you, STOP!" someone
It was the game warden so he ran hell!!!

His ballistically vented hunter
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 finally reaching his car
his escape with two quarts from a bar
He drove, swillling to calm 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 human so cruel and blatantly obscene
He spied in his crosshairs
Some sick hunting bear
Hunter clenched his gun and smiled
This "sportsman" was gonna die
He "Hey fuck you, dummy!"
The 30-06 round ripped his tummy
He followed the trail but did not run
Caved the prey's in with the butt of his gun

Hunter still lurks in the of
Pennsylvania!