Luyện nghe bài hát Angel's Delight

A necklace of rubber, burning
A burning rubber necklace for my delight
A holiday in a box, opportunity
for the rich man's photographing my block
a cop. Why the hell not?

YEAH!! Burn, motherfucker, burn!
I got a word for dead
Got a fuckin' head

You roll down my in your gleaming new car
I've got no secrets, cash or time to give you
but I've got something else for you, my
A crack in the restless night, a broken bone on the
delight was a recurring statement
Burn a bailiff--spill, don't it

YEAH!! Burn, motherfucker, burn!
Run, run, run, run!
You can have what you ask, but not in
[with a?] card, a payment slashed
You can put it where mouth used to be
You can put it where your dick to be
You can [...?] at me, looking at you
[...?] blacklist, [...?]
do you do when words collapse
and all that's left is glass?
I know, I I'm trapped

I've got a in a big oak box
my friend, the famous PC Plod, Plod, Plod*
Kill a cop, a cop,
you lay a on me, I'm gonna kill you, cop.
Hey! all kill some cops.
bailiffs.
Assholes.

* "PC Plod" is a well known and derogatory name for a British beat cop. It's capitalized, "John Q. Public."