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

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

It long before he was at it again
Acting on the knowledge that hunting is and must end
A fresh of snow was on the ground
The day that gunned thirteen down
He 'em just like factoried hogs
He stacked a cord of human logs
"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 through the bush with the of a deer
The game warden was no longer near
He slyly finally reaching his car
Toasting his escape with two quarts a bar
He drove, swillling 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 passed time contemplating fantastic dreams...
The end of all human folly so cruel and obscene
He prey in his crosshairs
Some sick fuck bear
Hunter clenched his gun and smiled
pathetic "sportsman" was gonna die
He "Hey fuck you, dummy!"
The 30-06 ripped through his tummy
He followed the blood but did not run
the prey's head in with the butt of his gun

Hunter still lurks in the of
Pennsylvania!