Luyện nghe bài hát Brixton Briefcase

They hear my Brixton from across the pond
London's burning but the goes on
my power, the electrical life
Real boys own the town tonight

We need no fighting, all these beautiful birds around
The liquor tastes like lightning, as soon as the sun goes

it on
Oh, it on
it on
Oh, it on

I got a Brixton briefcase, Ministry of
The walls between us, they could them down
It's a Brixton briefcase such a sin
get spat on, they get a Chelsea grin

Whoa, do you the chorus
Smile and sing
your ass for me, mama
They're playing your favorite

it on
Oh, it on
it on
Oh, it on

off records, nothing soft
Turn it a bit louder, Old Bill, fuck off
All my and all my friends
Have to ride train or wait to the ends

Oh, aren't you a naughty neighbor, pretending to be posh
Burning the music save us, only a wine colored citric wash

Get on
Get it on, get on
Get it on
it on

I got a briefcase
Feel my
I got a Brixton
Feel my