Luyện nghe bài hát Brixton Briefcase

They hear my briefcase from across the pond
London's but the beat goes on
Feel my power, the electrical
Real boys own the town tonight

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

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

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

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

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

Worn off records, nothing
Turn it a bit louder, tell Old Bill, off
All my and all my friends
Have to that train or wait to the ends

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

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

I got a Brixton
my power
I got a Brixton
Feel my