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 activity he profoundly deplored...
So he snuck into the woods to drop some sons and
He into a tree stand and smoked a fatty
Along a brush bustin' deer blastin' fanatic
The called his death an "accident" and "tragic"

season 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
on the knowledge that hunting is sick and must end
A fresh blanket of snow was on the
The day that hunter gunned down
He butchered 'em just like factoried
He stacked near a of human logs
"Hey you, STOP!" yelled
It was the warden so he ran like hell!!!

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

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

Hunter lurks in the woods of
Pennsylvania!