Luyện nghe bài hát The Hunt

We into town on the Tuesday night
Searching all the places that you hang
We're for you

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

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

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

Just a silhouette figure up pass
Where the headlamps 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 into a doorway

No police, no summons, no of law
No procedures, no rules 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 chance

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

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

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

No police, no summons, no of law
No proper procedures, no of war
No mitigating
No fees, no second chance

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

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