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

[Music: O'Donnell, Lyrics:

While through Northern Pennsylvania on a cold December day
He became enraged by the of deer hunters "at play"
He swore to himself that he would not ignore
warped activity that he profoundly deplored...
So he snuck into the to drop some sons and daddies
He climbed into a tree stand and smoked a
Along a brush bustin' deer blastin' fanatic
The locals called his an "accident" and "tragic"

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

It long before he was at it again
Acting on the knowledge that is sick and must end
A fresh blanket of was on the ground
The day that hunter thirteen down
He 'em just like factoried hogs
He stacked near a cord of human
"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 of a deer
The bulbous game warden was no near
He slyly finally reaching his car
Toasting his escape with two from a bar
He drove, swillling beer to his nerves,
He drove...

Only days passed he crpt back 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 blatantly
He spied prey in his
Some sick fuck bear
clenched his gun and wryly smiled
This pathetic "sportsman" was die
He "Hey fuck you, dummy!"
The 30-06 round ripped his tummy
He followed the blood but did not run
the prey's head in with the butt of his gun

Hunter still in the woods of
Pennsylvania!