Luyện nghe bài hát 70s 80s

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

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

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

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

and violence on the TV
Broken down on while eatin' Toast Toppers, watchin' coppers get beat down
Church discos and with the play scheme
Dancin' to ska, kissing the girl of my
My birthday and those two-tones stay pressed
Money in my I bought One Step Beyond, yes
Lent it to a friend, got it back
Jim could you fix it for me?
Remember

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

Oh, let me tell you now, woo, oh, a witch was in power
And oh, my god she did
Cast a spell depression made a living hell
Turned man against man the boys and girls
We had no future, home
Had to make do what we had
Knock-a-door-run and the hand-me-down
Current beat, upbeat, Cracker Jack of Underground, synthpop, Muppet Show, electro on the
Mum, it up, it's 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 with a performance kid this place has never so packed
Street light for a spot light, box for a stage
And if you had a score to settle you it with your breakin'
Not like now using guns and bats
Robbin' old folk, we need no more of that

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

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