Luyện nghe bài hát 70s 80s

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

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

Mom had to late, I had no complaints
Used to get away with murder when babysat
Used to fox and hound 'til the sun came 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 we weren't quite Caucasian,
As we see black children on some future occasion
And keep that shtum
All my are gettin' brainwashed
NF and swastikas they're on the desktops

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

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

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

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

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

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