Luyện nghe bài hát Angel's Delight

A necklace of rubber, burning
A burning rubber necklace for my delight
A holiday in a box, knocks
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 trampoline--your fuckin'

You roll down my street in your new car
I've got no secrets, cash or time left to you
but got something else for you, my friend
A crack in the night, a broken bone on the pavement
Angel's delight was a statement
Burn a bailiff--spill, save it

YEAH!! Burn, motherfucker, burn!
Run, run, run, run!
You can have 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 [...?] looking at me, at you
[...?] blacklist, [...?]
What do you do when collapse
and all left is broken glass?
I know, I I'm trapped

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

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