Luyện nghe bài hát Angel's Delight

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

YEAH!! Burn, motherfucker, burn!
I got a word for dead
Got a trampoline--your fuckin'

You roll down my in your gleaming new car
I've got no secrets, cash or time left to you
but I've got else for you, my friend
A crack in the restless night, a broken bone on the
delight was a recurring 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 slashed
You can put it where mouth used to be
You can put it where dick used to be
You can [...?] looking at me, at you
[...?] blacklist, [...?]
do you do when words collapse
and all that's left is broken
I know, I know I'm

got a holiday 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 known and derogatory name for a British beat cop. It's capitalized, like "John Q. Public."