Luyện nghe bài hát The Hunt

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

In the back street cellar drinking clubs
In the discotheques and the pubs
We're for you

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

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

Just a silhouette figure up market
Where the shine on the broken glass
We him

the bridge by the old canal
Where the shadows dance on the lighted
He stopped to up a cigarette
And we into a doorway

No police, no summons, no of law
No procedures, no rules of war
No circumstance
No lawyer's fees, no chance

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

Well there are lasses getting on their own home street
There are old folk battered in the open
In city of ours

There are eyes see but say nothing at all
There are ears that hear but don't recall
In this of ours

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

No police, no summons, no of law
No procedures, no rules of war
No mitigating
No lawyer's fees, no second

No police, no summons, no of law
No proper procedures, no of war
No mitigating
No lawyer's fees, no chance

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