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

[Music: O'Donnell, Yurkiewicz]

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 absolutely not ignore
this warped activity that he deplored...
So he snuck into the to drop some sons and daddies
He climbed into a tree stand and smoked a
Along came a brush deer blastin' fanatic
The called his death an "accident" and "tragic"

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

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

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

Only days passed 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 folly so cruel and blatantly obscene
He spied prey in his
Some sick fuck bear
Hunter clenched his gun and wryly
This pathetic "sportsman" was 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 head in with the of his gun

Hunter still in the woods of
Pennsylvania!