Luyện nghe bài hát 70s 80s

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

And everybody's head was gettin' or spiked
My stitched her flares and made 'em into drainpipes
She was into Ant and Wuthering Heights
I was into Madness 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 the sun came down,
Singin' Lip Up Fatty, wild through the ghost town

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

and violence on the TV
Broken down on Newsround while Toast Toppers, watchin' coppers get beat down
Church and trips with the play scheme
Dancin' to ska, the girl of my dreams
My tenth birthday and those two-tones stay
in my card 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 in the brick backyard
Just a 70s baby, early 80s
Reminscin' 'bout the and you think times are hard

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

Now all I is high tech's with fat bass
He?s got the next friend started scratchin' and breakin'
Snatch your racks and battery by the to keep the boom box from going flat
Didn't cope and went in over the store with a performance kid this place has been so packed
Street for a spot light, cardboard box for a stage
And if you had a score to settle you resolved it with breakin'
Not like now they're using guns and
Robbin' old folk, we need no more of that

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

Every brick and every thrown
Was for you and me
They stood
Truly
back as good as what they go