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

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

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

His ballistically vented hunter
Had caused a situation foreboding
He ran... He ran...
He blazed through the bush with the speed of a
The bulbous game warden was no 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 he crpt back in the woods
To quell this sport as much as one man possibly could
He passed spare time contemplating dreams...
The end of all human folly so 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 round ripped through his
He followed the trail but did not run
Caved the head in with the butt of his gun

Hunter still lurks in the of
Pennsylvania!