Luyện nghe bài hát Pacemaker

Juveniles, hide your mags
The girl's got at her yard
So she's packing up her bags of rags
Her man got from Po Na Na
While the madre in the kitchen
a 20-deck fags

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

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

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

Well, she's asking with the who, where 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 love when you first chatting
But got so bored 'cause she never stopped

Consider son on the bad behavior
He's keeping all the freebies, delivering the
You hate us, shake down
Oh, you'll get nowhere, 'cause I'm the pacemaker

Pretty please me, oh, she's on the eye
Some say that only the good young die
Ipee-oh-kai-yay, been right good day
I wanna ask questions but I mean to pry

How did you get to where you're
To before you came moseying through this bar?
You started race, Johny Cockerel wants his money back
up the man he's a fruit and nut bar

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

Well, we heard this before when song got sung
Get a grip son, why? 'Cause you're always
We're not just skivvy sunken
Humdrum drum, drum, live die young

Mr. Skin stumbling, the rocky
And trespassers on the private
back then it was the ranter banter
Young sons watched their Pa's get cancer

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

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

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