Luyện nghe bài hát A Gentlemans Sport

Vague men to a stake, gather round your little ones
Feast your eyes, steady aim behold
We hit shore miles of verse
Poisoned on the line, well we're throwing it back

the meat of this kill would feed
Starving for centuries

him, gut him
This is not we bargained for
He is worthless unless he is
bait food for thought

Spit back hound
Spit every hound

All that we you for, we are
All that we you for, we are
All that we you for, we are
All we hunt you for, we are

Plastic rabbits, elephants
An unclothed
It's the fox that the dogs couldn't

him, gut him
The contaminated
For the head of the band
Make food for thought

You have no what you're up against
You no idea

Chewed off my own head
To get me out of trap
off my very own head
To get me out of this

Chewed off my very own
To get me out of trap
Chewed off my own head
To get me out of this

Bring me the
else is fat
Salvage the
the rest of him
Bring me the
Everything is fat

me the tongue
Bring me the
me the tongue
Throw the rest of him