Luyện nghe bài hát The Hunt

We went town on the Tuesday night
all the places 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 will pay the price for my own brother
And he has become
And a other boys and girls
And all you have done

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

Just a silhouette up market pass
the headlamps shine on the broken glass
We him

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

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 circumstance
No lawyer's fees, no chance

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

There are that see but say nothing at all
There are ears that hear but they don't
In city of ours

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

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 mitigating
No lawyer's fees, no second

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