Luyện nghe bài hát The Hunt

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

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

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

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

Just a silhouette figure up 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 lawyer's fees, no chance

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

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

are eyes that see but say nothing 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 passes on the other side

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

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

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