Luyện nghe bài hát The Hunt

We went into town on the Tuesday
Searching all the places you hang about
We're for you

In the back street cellar dive clubs
In the discotheques and the gaming
looking for you

You will pay the for my own sweet brother
And he has become
And a hundred other boys and
And all that you have

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

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

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

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 procedures, no rules of war
No mitigating
No lawyer's fees, no chance

Well there are lasses getting trouble on own home street
are old folk battered in the open street
In this city of

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

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

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

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

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