Luyện nghe bài hát 70s 80s

Thatcher was in
Times tight and sour
The letter A was sprayed in a everywhere

And everybody's head was gettin' shaved or
My sister stitched her flares and made 'em into
She was into Adam Ant and Heights
I was getting Madness and grifter bikes

Mom had to work late, I had no
Used to get away with murder when Grandad
Used to play fox and 'til the sun came down,
Singin' Lip Up Fatty, running wild through the ghost

And all I was Doc boots and braces
My ear pierced, "So, mum, a racist?"
She explain that we weren't quite Caucasian,
As we could see black on some future occasion
And keep that shtum
All my friends are gettin'
NF and swastikas they're on the desktops

and violence on the TV
Broken down on Newsround while eatin' Toast Toppers, watchin' coppers get down
Church and trips with the play scheme
Dancin' to ska, the girl of my dreams
My tenth birthday and two-tones stay pressed
Money in my card I bought One Beyond, yes
Lent it to a friend, never got it
Jim could you fix it for me?
Remember

a 70s baby, early 80s child
Reminiscin' 'bout the days in the brick
Just a 70s baby, 80s child
Reminscin' 'bout the days and you times are hard

Oh, let me you now, woo, oh, a wicked witch was in power
And oh, my god she did
Cast a spell called made a living hell
Turned man man forgot the boys and girls
We had no future, home
Had to make do what we had
Knock-a-door-run and the gowns
Current beat, upbeat, Jack of Underground, synthpop, Muppet Show, electro on the radio
Mum, turn it up, it's a new thing,

Now all I want is high tech's fat bass
He?s got the next best friend started and breakin'
Snatch your racks and battery by the stack to keep the box from going flat
Didn't cope and went in over the store a performance kid this place has never been so packed
Street light for a spot light, cardboard box for a
And if you had a score to settle you resolved it with breakin'
Not like now they're guns and bats
Robbin' old folk, we don?t no more of that

Just a 70s baby, 80s child
'bout the days in the brick backyard
Just a 70s baby, 80s child
Reminscin' 'bout the and you think times are hard

brick and every stone thrown
Was for you and me
They stood
revolutionary
Gave as good as what they go