Luyện nghe bài hát The Hunt

We went into town on the night
Searching all the places that you hang
looking for you

In the back street cellar drinking clubs
In the discotheques and the pubs
looking for you

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

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

a silhouette figure up market pass
Where the headlamps shine on the broken
We him

Over the bridge by the old
Where the shadows on the lighted wall
He stopped to light up a
And we into a doorway

No police, no summons, no of law
No proper procedures, no 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

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

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

So we followed your man back to your front
And waiting for you outside
not everybody here is scared of you
Not everybody on the other side

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 procedures, no rules of war
No circumstance
No fees, no second chance

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