Luyện nghe bài hát 70s 80s

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

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

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

And all I wanted was Doc and braces
My ear pierced, "So, mum, a racist?"
She didn't explain that we quite Caucasian,
As we see black children on some future occasion
And keep that shtum
All my friends are brainwashed
NF and swastikas scratchin' on the desktops

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

Just a 70s baby, early 80s
Reminiscin' the days in the brick backyard
a 70s baby, early 80s child
Reminscin' the days and you think 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 made a living
Turned man against man forgot the and girls
We had no future, home
Had to do with what we had
Knock-a-door-run and the gowns
beat, upbeat, Cracker Jack of Underground, synthpop, Muppet Show, electro on the radio
Mum, turn it up, a new thing, yeah

Now all I want is high with fat bass
He?s got the next friend started scratchin' and breakin'
Snatch your racks and battery by the stack to keep the boom box going flat
cope and went in over the store with 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 your
Not like now they're using guns and
old folk, we don?t need no more of that

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

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