Luyện nghe bài hát The Hunt

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

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

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

We up the trail at the seven 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

the bridge by the old canal
Where the shadows dance on the wall
He stopped to up a cigarette
And we dived 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 procedures, no rules of war
No circumstance
No lawyer's fees, no second

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

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

So we followed man back to your front door
And we're for you outside
not everybody 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 procedures, no rules of war
No circumstance
No fees, no second chance

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