Luyện nghe bài hát Angel's Delight

A necklace of rubber, bright
A rubber necklace for my angel's delight
A in a box, opportunity knocks
for the rich man's militia my block
Kill a cop. Why the hell

YEAH!! Burn, motherfucker, burn!
I got a for you: dead
Got a trampoline--your head

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

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

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

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