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 flares and made 'em into
She was into Ant and Wuthering Heights
I was into Madness and grifter bikes

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

and violence on the TV
Broken down on Newsround while eatin' Toast Toppers, watchin' coppers get beat
Church and trips with the play scheme
Dancin' to ska, kissing the girl of my
My tenth birthday and those stay pressed
Money in my card I bought One 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
a 70s baby, early 80s child
Reminscin' 'bout the 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 called made a living hell
Turned man against man forgot the and girls
We had no future, home
Had to make do with we had
Knock-a-door-run and the hand-me-down
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 tech's with fat
He?s got the next best started scratchin' and breakin'
Snatch your and battery by the stack to keep the boom box from going flat
Didn't cope and in over the store with a performance kid this place has never been so packed
Street light for a spot light, 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 of that

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

Every brick and every stone
Was for you and me
They firm
Truly
Gave as good as what they go