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

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

It long before he was at it again
on the knowledge that hunting is sick and must end
A fresh of snow was on the ground
The day that gunned thirteen down
He butchered 'em just like factoried
He stacked near a cord of logs
"Hey you, STOP!" yelled
It was the game so he ran like hell!!!

His ballistically hunter loathing
Had a situation quite foreboding
He ran... He ran...
He blazed through the with the speed of a deer
The bulbous game was no longer near
He slyly circled reaching his car
Toasting his escape with two from a bar
He drove, swillling to calm his nerves,
He drove...

Only days before he crpt back in the woods
To quell this sick sport as as one man possibly could
He passed spare time fantastic dreams...
The end of all folly so cruel and blatantly obscene
He prey in his crosshairs
Some sick hunting bear
clenched his gun and wryly smiled
This pathetic "sportsman" was die
He "Hey fuck you, dummy!"
The 30-06 ripped 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!