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

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

It wasn't long he was at it again
Acting on the knowledge that hunting is and must end
A blanket of snow was on the ground
The day that hunter gunned thirteen
He butchered 'em just factoried hogs
He stacked near a of human logs
"Hey you, STOP!" someone
It was the game warden so he ran hell!!!

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

Only days passed before he crpt in the woods
To quell this sport as much as one man possibly could
He passed time contemplating fantastic dreams...
The end of all human folly so cruel and obscene
He prey in his crosshairs
Some sick hunting bear
Hunter his gun and wryly smiled
This "sportsman" was gonna die
He yelled "Hey you, dummy!"
The 30-06 round through his tummy
He followed the trail but did not run
the prey's head in with the butt of his gun

Hunter still in the woods of
Pennsylvania!