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

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
a fucking rip off, oi, oi, oi

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

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

Tell me, why do you glorify violence? Ain't nothing better to give?
Why fuck up the only to be yourself and really live?
You tell me you're a working loser, well what the fuck does that mean?
Is the weekly fight at the boozer be the only action you've seen?
Are you be one of the big boys, well, we've seen it all before,
Muscles all as they boot down another door.
Will you see as the hero as you boot in another head,
When you're a pathetic victim of the media you've been fed.
You're lost in your own self pity, you've bought the lie,
box us up and sit pretty as we struggle with the knots they tie.
Okay, so right about one thing, no-one's got the right to shit on you,
But what's the of shitting on yourself, what's that gonna do?
Working hero beats up middle class twit,
labels, system's shit.
When it like 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 rip off, a fucking media ploy
It's the greatest class rip off, oi, oi, oi
Ain't it a rip off, ain't 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 think you're
Punk stood for freedom, not violence, greed and hate,
Punk's got nothing to do with you're trying to create.
Anarchy, violence, chaos? You mindless jerks!
Can't you see talking about the way the system works?
Throughout our bloody history has been the game,
The message that you is just the fucking same.
You're to the system with your mindless violent stance,
That's right you fuckers, sneer at us cos we say "Give a chance"
is dead you wankers, cos you killed it through and through,
In your world of chaos, what you gonna do?
Is Top of the the way in which you show how much you care?
You off now to the U.S.A. and spread your message there?
Well and trousers, sonny boy, never changed a thing,
The only thing ever change will be the song you sing,
Cos when you've bought your Rolls Royce car and your luxury flat
be looking down your nose and saying "Punk, dear chap, what's that?"
You'll be the working class with your middle class dream,
And the world will be the 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 system you sitting on your arse.
Class, class, class, that's all you hear,
class, working 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
it just a rip off, ain't 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,
Black or white, or skin, there ain't no right or wrong!
all just human beings, some of us rotten, some of us good.
You can stuff your false cos together I know we could.

Beat the system, beat its
Ain't got no class, I a fool
the system, beat 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 and their greed.