Luyện nghe bài hát 70s 80s

Thatcher was in
were tight and sour
The letter A was sprayed in a circle

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

Mom had to late, I had no complaints
Used to get away murder when Grandad babysat
Used to play fox and hound 'til the sun down,
Singin' Lip Up Fatty, running wild through the town

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

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

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

Oh, let me you now, woo, oh, a wicked witch was in power
And oh, my god she did
Cast a spell called depression made a living
Turned man against man the boys and girls
We had no future, computer
Had to make do what we had
and the hand-me-down gowns
Current beat, upbeat, Cracker Jack of Underground, synthpop, Show, electro on the radio
Mum, turn it up, a new thing, yeah

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

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

Every and every stone thrown
Was for you and me
stood firm
Truly
Gave back as good as what go