Luyện nghe bài hát The Hunt

We went into on the Tuesday night
Searching all the places you hang about
looking for you

In the street cellar dive drinking clubs
In the discotheques and the gaming
looking for you

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

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

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

Over the by the old canal
Where the dance on the lighted wall
He stopped to up a cigarette
And we into a doorway

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

No police, no summons, no of law
No procedures, no rules of war
No mitigating
No fees, no second chance

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

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

So we followed your man back to your door
And waiting for you outside
'Cause not everybody is scared of you
Not passes on the other 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 spent our whole waiting
For some to come
And we spent our whole lives waiting
For some justice to be
Unless we our own