Luyện nghe bài hát 70s 80s

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

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

Mom had to work late, I had no
Used to get away with murder when 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 boots and
My ear pierced, "So, mum, a racist?"
She didn't that we weren't quite Caucasian,
As we could see black children on some future
And she'd keep that
All my are gettin' brainwashed
NF and they're scratchin' on the desktops

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

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

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 man forgot the boys and girls
We had no future, computer
Had to do with what we had
Knock-a-door-run and the gowns
Current beat, upbeat, Cracker Jack of Underground, synthpop, Show, electro on the radio
Mum, turn it up, it's a new thing,

Now all I want is high with fat bass
He?s got the next best friend started scratchin' and
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 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 your breakin'
Not like now using guns and bats
old folk, we don?t need no more of that

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

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