Luyện nghe bài hát The Hunt

We went into town on the Tuesday
Searching all the that you hang about
We're for you

In the street cellar dive drinking clubs
In the discotheques and the pubs
We're for you

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

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

Just a figure up market pass
the headlamps shine on the broken 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 proper procedures, no of war
No mitigating
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

Well are lasses getting trouble on their own home street
There are old folk battered in the open
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 your man back to your front door
And we're for you outside
not everybody here is scared of you
Not passes on the other side

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

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