Luyện nghe bài hát The Hunt

We went into on the Tuesday night
Searching all the places that you about
looking for you

In the back street cellar dive drinking
In the and the gaming pubs
looking for you

You pay the price for my own sweet brother
And he has become
And a hundred boys and girls
And all that you done

We picked up the at the seven crowns
One of your cronies, he was your rounds
We him

Just a figure up market pass
Where the headlamps shine on the glass
We him

Over the by the old canal
the shadows dance on the lighted wall
He stopped to light up a
And we dived into a

No police, no summons, no of law
No proper procedures, no of war
No circumstance
No fees, no second chance

No police, no summons, no of law
No proper procedures, no of war
No circumstance
No lawyer's fees, no second

Well are lasses getting trouble on their own home street
There are old folk in the open street
In this of ours

There are eyes that see but say at all
There are that hear but they don't recall
In city of ours

So we followed your man to your front door
And we're waiting for you
'Cause not here is scared of you
Not passes on the other side

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

No police, no summons, no of law
No proper procedures, no of war
No circumstance
No fees, no second chance

And we could spent our whole waiting
For some thunderbolt to
And we could spent our whole lives
For justice to be done
Unless we our own