Luyện nghe bài hát 70s 80s

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

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

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

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

Riots and on the TV
Broken down on Newsround while eatin' Toast Toppers, watchin' get beat down
Church and trips with the play scheme
Dancin' to ska, the girl of my dreams
My tenth birthday and those two-tones stay
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

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

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

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

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

Every brick and every thrown
Was for you and me
They firm
Truly
Gave as good as what they go