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 aggressive fist, another pissed,
Another threat, a stream of blood stained sweat,
Another bottle waved in the air, battle with tension and fear.

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

Tell me, why do you glorify violence? Ain't there nothing to give?
Why fuck up the only to be yourself and really live?
You tell me you're a working class loser, well what the fuck that mean?
Is the fight at the boozer gonna be the only action you've seen?
Are you gonna be one of the big boys, well, we've it all before,
all akimbo as they boot down another door.
Will you see yourself as the as you boot in another head,
When you're just a pathetic of the media you've been 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 about one thing, no-one's got the right to shit on you,
But what's the point of shitting on yourself, what's that do?
class hero beats up middle class twit,
Media labels, shit.
When it looks like the people score a win,
The system makes that the boot goes in.

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

attacked the barriers of colour, class and creed,
But look at how it is right now, do you really you're freed?
Punk stood for freedom, not violence, greed and hate,
Punk's got nothing to do what you're trying to create.
Anarchy, violence, You mindless fucking jerks!
you see you're talking about the way the system works?
Throughout our bloody history has been the game,
The message that you offer is just the same.
You're puppets to the system with your mindless stance,
That's right you fuckers, sneer at us cos we say "Give a chance"
Punk is dead you wankers, cos you killed it and through,
In your violent world of chaos, what you do?
Is Top of the the way in which you show how much you care?
You take off now to the U.S.A. and your message there?
Well mouth and trousers, boy, never changed a thing,
The only thing that'll ever change will be the you sing,
Cos when you've bought your Rolls Royce car and your penthouse flat
You'll be looking down your nose and saying "Punk, dear chap, that?"
You'll be the working class hero with your class dream,
And the world will be the as the world has always been.
Punk's the people's music so you can stuff your of class,
That's just the way the system keep you on your arse.
Class, class, class, that's all you hear,
Middle class, working class, I don't care.

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

Punk's the peoples music and I 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 I know we could.

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