Luyện nghe bài hát The Hunt

We went into
On the Tuesday
all the places
That you about

Were for you
In the back cellar
In the drinking
In the
And the gaming

Were for you
You will pay the
For my own sweet
And what he has
And a hundred other boys and
And all you have done

We picked up the
At the crowns
One of cronies
He was your rounds

We him
a silhouette figure
Up market
Where the shine
On the broken

We him
Over the bridge by the old
Where the shadows
On the wall
He stopped to up a cigarette
And we dived a doorway

No police, no summons, no of law
No procedure, no rules of war
No mitigating
No fees, no second chance

There are lasses getting
On their own home
are old folk battered
In the street

In this of ours
There are eyes see
But say at all
are ears that hear
But they recall

In city of ours
So we followed man
Back to your door
And were
For you

not everybody
Here is of you
Not everybody
On the other

No police, no summons, no of law
No procedure, no rules of war
No mitigating
No lawyers fees, no second

We spent
Our whole waiting
For thunderbolt to come

And we spent
Our lives waiting
For some justice to be
we make our own

No police, no summons, no of law
No procedure, no rules of war
No mitigating
No fees, no second chance