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
Ain't it a rip off, oi, oi, oi
a fucking rip off, oi, oi, oi

Another threatening glance, macho stance,
Another aggressive fist, arsehole pissed,
Another vicious threat, a stream of 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
Ain't it 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 live?
You tell me a working class loser, well what the fuck does that mean?
Is the weekly fight at the boozer gonna be the only action seen?
Are you be one of the big boys, well, we've seen it all before,
Muscles all akimbo as they boot another door.
Will you see yourself as the hero as you boot in head,
When you're just a pathetic victim of the you've been fed.
You're lost in own self pity, you've bought the system's lie,
They box us up and sit pretty as we with the knots they tie.
Okay, so you're right about one thing, no-one's got the to shit on you,
But what's the of shitting on yourself, what's that gonna do?
Working class beats up middle class twit,
Media labels, shit.
When it looks the people could score a win,
The system makes sure that the goes in.

Yeah it's the greatest class rip off, oi, oi, oi
Just another fucking rip off, a fucking 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, ain't it a rip off, oi

attacked the barriers of colour, class and creed,
But look at how it is right now, do you really think freed?
Punk stood for freedom, not violence, greed and hate,
Punk's got nothing to do with what you're to create.
Anarchy, violence, You mindless fucking jerks!
Can't you see you're about the way the system works?
Throughout our bloody force has been the game,
The that you offer is just the fucking same.
You're puppets to the system with your mindless 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 violent world 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 your there?
Well mouth and trousers, boy, never changed a thing,
The only thing ever change will be the song you sing,
Cos when you've bought Rolls Royce car and your luxury penthouse flat
You'll be looking down your nose and saying "Punk, chap, what's that?"
You'll be the working hero with your middle class dream,
And the world be the same as the world has always been.
Punk's the people's music so you can stuff ideas of class,
That's just the way the keep you sitting 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
What a rip off, oi, oi, oi
It's the greatest 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, some of us rotten, of us good.
You can stuff your divisions cos together I know we could.

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