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 gaming
We're for you

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

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

a silhouette figure up market pass
Where the headlamps shine on the glass
We him

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

No police, no summons, no of law
No procedures, no rules of war
No mitigating
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

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

There are eyes see but say nothing at all
There are ears that hear but they recall
In city of ours

So we followed your man back to your front
And waiting for you outside
'Cause not here is scared of you
Not everybody passes on the 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 our whole lives waiting
For some to come
And we could spent our lives waiting
For some to be done
we make our own