Luyện nghe bài hát 70s 80s

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

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

Mom had to late, I had no complaints
Used to get away murder when Grandad babysat
Used to play fox and hound the sun came down,
Singin' Lip Up Fatty, running wild through the ghost

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

and violence on the TV
Broken down on Newsround while eatin' Toast Toppers, coppers get beat down
Church discos and with the play scheme
Dancin' to ska, kissing the of my dreams
My tenth and those two-tones stay pressed
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 days in the backyard
a 70s baby, early 80s child
Reminscin' 'bout the days and you think are hard

Oh, let me you now, woo, oh, a wicked witch was in power
And oh, my god she did
Cast a called depression made a living hell
Turned man against man forgot the and girls
We had no future, home
Had to do with 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, a new thing, yeah

Now all I want is high tech's fat bass
He?s got the next best friend scratchin' and breakin'
Snatch 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 place has never been so packed
light for a spot light, cardboard box for a stage
And if you had a score to you resolved it with your breakin'
Not like now they're using and bats
Robbin' old folk, we don?t need no of that

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

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