Luyện nghe bài hát It's The Greatest Working Class Rip-Off

Ain't it a rip off, oi, oi, oi
Ain't it a rip off, oi, oi, oi
it just a rip off, oi, oi, oi
What a rip off, oi, oi, oi

Another threatening glance, another stance,
Another fist, another arsehole pissed,
vicious threat, a stream of blood stained sweat,
Another bottle waved in the air, another battle tension and fear.

it just a rip off, oi, oi, oi
Ain't it a rip off, oi, oi, oi
it just a rip off, oi, oi, oi
What a rip off, oi, oi, oi

Tell me, why do you glorify violence? there nothing better to give?
Why fuck up the only chance to be yourself and really
You tell me you're a working class loser, well what the fuck does that
Is the weekly fight at the boozer gonna be the only you've seen?
Are you gonna be one of the big boys, well, seen it all before,
Muscles all akimbo as they boot down door.
Will you see yourself as the as you boot in another head,
When you're just a pathetic victim of the media you've fed.
You're lost in your own self pity, you've the system's lie,
They box us up and sit as we struggle with the knots they tie.
Okay, so you're right about one thing, got the right to shit on you,
But the point of shitting on yourself, what's that gonna do?
Working hero beats up middle class twit,
Media labels, shit.
When it looks like the could score a win,
The system makes sure the boot goes in.

Yeah the greatest working class rip off, oi, oi, oi
Just another fucking rip off, a media ploy
the greatest working class rip off, oi, oi, oi
Ain't it just a rip off, ain't it just a rip off, ain't it a rip off, oi

Punk the barriers of colour, class and creed,
But look at how it is now, do you really think you're freed?
Punk stood for freedom, not violence, greed and hate,
Punk's got nothing to do with what you're to create.
Anarchy, violence, chaos? You mindless jerks!
Can't you see you're talking about the way the system
Throughout our bloody history force has the game,
The message you offer is just the fucking same.
You're puppets to the with your mindless violent stance,
That's right you fuckers, at us cos we say "Give peace a chance"
Punk is dead you wankers, cos you killed it and through,
In your violent of chaos, what you gonna do?
Is Top of the Pops the way in which you show how much you
You take off now to the U.S.A. and spread your message
Well mouth and trousers, sonny boy, changed a thing,
The only thing ever change will be the song you sing,
Cos you've bought your Rolls Royce car and your luxury penthouse flat
You'll be looking down your nose and saying "Punk, dear chap, that?"
You'll be the working class hero your middle class dream,
And the world be the same as the world has always been.
Punk's the music so you can stuff your ideas of class,
just the way the system keep you sitting on your arse.
Class, class, class, all you fucking hear,
class, working class, I don't fucking care.

It's the working class rip off, oi, oi, oi
a fucking rip off, oi, oi, oi
It's the greatest human off, oi, oi, oi
it just a rip off, ain't it just a rip off, ain't it just a rip off, oi

Punk's the music and I don't care where they're from,
or white, punk or skin, there ain't no right or wrong!
We're all just human beings, of us rotten, some of us good.
You can stuff your false divisions cos together I we could.

Beat the system, its rule
Ain't got no class, I ain't a
Beat the system, its law
got no religion cos I know there's more
Beat the system, its game
got no colour, we're all the same
People, people, not colour, class or
destroy the people, destroy their power and their greed.