Luyện nghe bài hát 70s 80s

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

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

Mom had to late, I had no complaints
Used to get away with murder when Grandad
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 boots and
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 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
Church discos and trips the play scheme
Dancin' to ska, kissing the girl of my
My tenth birthday and those two-tones stay
in my card I bought One Step Beyond, yes
Lent it to a friend, never got it
Dear Jim you fix it for me?
that?

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

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

Now all I want is high tech's fat bass
He?s got the best friend started scratchin' and breakin'
Snatch your racks and battery by the stack to the boom box from going flat
Didn't cope and went in over the store with a performance kid this 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 they're guns and bats
Robbin' old folk, we don?t need no more of

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

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