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

threatening glance, another macho stance,
Another aggressive fist, arsehole pissed,
Another vicious threat, a of blood stained sweat,
Another waved in the air, another battle with 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

me, why do you glorify violence? Ain't 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 does that mean?
Is the weekly at the boozer gonna be the only action you've seen?
Are you gonna be one of the big boys, well, seen it all before,
Muscles all akimbo as they down another door.
Will you see yourself as the as you boot in another head,
When just a pathetic victim of the media you've been fed.
You're lost in your own self pity, bought the system's lie,
They box us up and sit pretty as we struggle the knots they tie.
Okay, so you're right one thing, no-one's got the right to shit on you,
But the point of shitting on yourself, what's that gonna do?
class hero beats up middle class twit,
Media labels, shit.
When it looks the people could score a win,
The system sure that the boot goes in.

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

Punk attacked the of colour, class and creed,
But look at how it is right now, do you really think freed?
Punk once for freedom, not violence, greed and hate,
got nothing to do with what you're trying to create.
Anarchy, violence, chaos? You mindless jerks!
Can't you see you're about the way the system works?
Throughout our history force has been the game,
The message that you is just the fucking same.
puppets to the system with your mindless violent stance,
That's right you fuckers, at us cos we say "Give peace a chance"
is dead you wankers, cos you killed it through and through,
In your violent of chaos, what you gonna do?
Is Top of the Pops the way in which you show how you care?
You take off now to the U.S.A. and spread message there?
Well and trousers, sonny boy, never changed a thing,
The only thing that'll change will be the song you sing,
Cos when you've bought your Rolls Royce car and your luxury penthouse
You'll be down your nose and saying "Punk, dear chap, what's 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 you sitting on your arse.
Class, class, class, that's all you hear,
Middle class, class, I don't fucking care.

It's the working class rip off, oi, oi, oi
What a rip off, oi, oi, oi
It's the greatest sell 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's the peoples music and I care where they're from,
Black or white, punk or skin, there ain't no or wrong!
all just human beings, some of us rotten, some of us good.
You can stuff false divisions cos together I know we could.

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