Luyện nghe bài hát Pacemaker

Juveniles, hide your mags
The got problems at her yard
So she's up her bags full of rags
Her man got down Po Na Na
While the still in the kitchen
Smokes a fags

Body bags come back on from war torn Iraq
It's the stark naked truth, a dark
Baby T, the and the dog just barks
Remember man the bully had the last laugh

It was a blast last down the old 12 Bar
White socks, black shoes the ballads in the car
a lump in a throat she won't understand
Twos on a cigarette it's all blah

Bloody obla dah glug down liquor
goes on for all the day trippers
Starts off small but gonna get bigger
By the end of letter it may all be better

Well, she's always asking with the who, and how
The say, 'Ooh, la, la'
Well, if I had another I'd do it differently now
And the say, 'Ooh, la, la, la, la, la, la, la'

From Trafalgar Square where the pipe reeking
To in your damp flat, the ceiling's leaking
You fell in when you first started chatting
But got so 'cause she never stopped speaking

this son on the bad behavior
He's keeping all the freebies, the papers
You hate us, shake down
Oh, you'll never get nowhere, I'm the pacemaker

Pretty please me, oh, easy on the eye
Some say that only the good young die
Ipee-oh-kai-yay, it's been good day
I wanna ask but I don't mean to pry

How did you get to where going
To before you came slowly moseying through this
You your race, Johny Cockerel wants his money back
Give up the man he's a and nut bar

Oh, I see the GP, coughing up lungs
And the doc says, 'Stop or you're die young'
I haven't even started to do I done
You young don't listen, you just on

Well, we heard this when your song got sung
Get a grip son, why? 'Cause always drunken
We're not captains just skivvy
Humdrum drum, drum, live fast die

Mr. Skin stumbling, the rocky
And trespassers on the private
Remember back then it was the banter
Young sons watched their young get cancer

Vagabond Sandy crying out for he her
Missed her so much he went drank the brewery
So sing-a-long Sam this is a about you
We all went out and we got

I don't wanna fight, he's a big cunt
But the fellas say, 'Go on my son, my
Well, it's all a bit of fun 'til someone done
But the fellas say, 'Go on my son, my

Well, I'm more to pick up and run
But the fellas say, 'Go on my son, my
Ah fuck it, well, he's a big cunt
But I'll him one, fuck that, run, run