Luyện nghe bài hát The Hunt

We went into on the Tuesday night
all the places that you hang about
We're for you

In the back street dive drinking clubs
In the and the gaming pubs
We're for you

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

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

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

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

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 mitigating
No fees, no second chance

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

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

So we followed your man back to your door
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 fees, no second chance

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

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