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

[Music: O'Donnell, Lyrics:

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

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

It wasn't long before he was at it
Acting on the knowledge hunting 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 cord of human
"Hey you, STOP!" someone
It was the game warden so he ran hell!!!

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

Only days passed he crpt back in the woods
To quell this sick sport as much as one man possibly
He passed spare time fantastic dreams...
The end of all human folly so cruel and blatantly
He spied in his crosshairs
Some fuck hunting bear
Hunter clenched his gun and wryly
pathetic "sportsman" was gonna die
He yelled "Hey you, dummy!"
The 30-06 round through his tummy
He the blood trail but did not run
Caved the prey's head in the butt of his gun

Hunter lurks in the woods of
Pennsylvania!