Luyện nghe bài hát The Hunting Song

Almost every day during the hunting season you see at least one in the newspapers about somebody who has shot somebody else, under the impression that he was a deer with a red hat perhaps,
A flesh-colored squirrel. at any rate, it seems to me that this marks an encouraging new trend in the field of blood sports, and deserves a new type of hunting song which I present herewi
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I always remember,
a year ago november,
I out to hunt some deer
On a bright and clear.
I went and shot the maximum the game would allow,
Two game wardens, hunters, and a cow.

I was in no to trifle,
I took down my rifle
And out to stalk my prey.
What a haul I that day.
I tied them to my fender, and I drove home somehow,
Two wardens, seven hunters, and a cow.

The law was firm, it
away my permit,
The worst I ever endured.
It out there was a reason,
Cows out of season,
And one of the hunters insured.

ask me how I do it,
And I say, "there's to it,
You just stand there cute,
And when moves, you shoot!"
And there's ten stuffed heads in my trophy right now,
Two game wardens, seven hunters, and a guernsey cow.